elfboy

Ah.

Well. Garnet is alive & well (ish, all things considered). TG. I was worried.

Life is a monumental flood of coincidences, some more profound than others.... It boggles.

I used to believe that I was living in the afterlife, (or convinced myself of it for novelties sake), but realized the other day after a two drink lunch (food included) that if this is th afterlife, then I've been living it long enough that it's actually my life.

Ow. I think I just confused me. It made more sense before I said it....

& Life is a monumental current of meaningful (ish) coincidences.

It's too bad that sounds like a cheap pick up line, but it's not. I'm surrounded by invivsible people who are doing & thinking like me... operating on the same wavelength... hundreds ,thousands
of miles away.

I'm glad Garnet's okay.

I'm glad for all the weirdness that all the friends I mentioned are having the weird lives, but it's working out. After all, they're my friends. (Insert Corny phrase here).

I could go on, but my job today is to make some $$$$.

I need to make some $$$$ so I can get on w/ things....




During the Civil War, PTSD was called "Nostalgia"
During WW I , it was called "Shell Shock"
During WW II, It was called "Battle Fatigue"
I forgot what they called it during The Korean "Conflict" & Vietnam.... (I'll think of it)

Now it's called Post Tramatic Stress Disorder, of course, & it's not only caused by War...

Bless your dear little heart, Garnet.