Yesterday my next-door neighbor stopped me before I drove off to tell me that she'd been robbed. She's had this big yellow moving truck in her backyard for ages. Yesterday, someone waited for her to leave the house and then they towed it. So that's not a spur of the moment crime, they had to drag it out of there.

Not only that, but she told me the truck was full of about $5000 worth of craft supplies. (I've been in her house, they're hoarders.) So she lost a truck that in theory could've provided income for her children (she and her husband are older and disabled), plus a lot of general stuff.

And now I'm worried about people staking out my house.

anybody still around? Let's get this going. I've already moved my zillah_slash fic lj here. And since basically lj was just me and the 5-10 people still there that talked to me, this isn't such a big loss.

I got some good presents, one of the best being this new ergonomic keyboard that is the reason my left hand isn't numb. I also got a bitchin' immersion blender/small chopper combo. And a whole bunch of other things, which is great. I love to get lots of small things.

When we got there, my sister was visibly not interested in being there. It made me angry at first, then I told myself it wasn't me most likely, but her being upset since it was our first Christmas without Dad. She warmed up a bit as the day went on.

Mom is doing okay, but she said nobody came to see her Christmas Eve. She gets frustrated at my sister as well, but there's not much I can do about that. My nephew was great, and he was actually interested in the book I got him. The book was The Catcher In the Rye, and he said "Oh, there's lots of Quiz Bowl questions about this!" (He's captain of his Quiz Bowl team at school.) So he's going to read it, yay!

Then we get home and learn that George Michael had died. One after another this year, but I had not expected that.

This is from getyourwordsout. I asked for a character card and this is what I got.



This could be fun.

Oh, and last week I told mom not to leave dad at home and come sit with me in the hospital, that I'd be okay, and she got irritated by that. Tonight, she told me she was going to spend a few days at my aunt Carole's so she'll be closer to the hospital. Oh well.

Thursday I went to my GP for among other things, to get some help with my legs. I've been having painful pins and needles in my thighs, also numbness, burning-all the fun little nerve tricks. I thought I'd ask him for a referral, or something. Anything. I got bupkis.

Turned out his office let me wait over an hour before telling me that he had left earlier. And they only told me because I'd ask. Since I was there, and fasting, I insisted on being seen anyway. A nurse who was able to do so filled my prescriptions, and another doctor saw my briefly. She promised to get some medication for my legs, but it was never given to the pharmacy.

Today I tried to get out of bed, and screamed in pain. I immediately got up and called out of work, and then we went to urgent care. I had to wait a long time, because someone had to be sent to the hospital. But the doctor did see me, and her theory was it was from my back. I wouldn't be surprised-my back had been fairly all right. Maybe it got jealous of all the problems I'd had with my lungs and decided to show me who's boss, I don't know.

So she took some x-rays, got me a couple of shots and some meds, and things are somewhat better now. It's not 100%, but I'm not in a lot of pain. Still some numbness though.

One thing though, she prescribed me some muscle relaxants. My pre-sober self LOVED muscle relaxants with booze. They were fun. It's so funny, I'm 14 years sober, and when I saw those pills, a little voice in the back of my head said "HI FRIEND! FRIEND! LET'S GET WASTED!" But no, no, have to take them like an adult. Being medicated for my mental illness makes a BIG difference.

Oh, and my blood sugar is high. Tomorrow I'll bring that up while I'm looking for a new GP.

MCR actually broke up. To say that is a surprise is an understatement-they were still working on music. I'm puzzled, but I'm sure we won't get much of an explanation. I know a lot of fans want one now, but after the way Bob left, I don't expect one.

I don't really know how I feel about it-I was devastated when Bob left, and I had been out of the fandom for about a year. It's been about three more years and now I'm just like "oh". I don't understand it really, but I'm not crying into my keyboard either.

It's been so fun to me fandom-wise, because I was in bandom from about 2004-ish to 2008, and then about a year or two into Adam Lambert fandom, most of my Adam people started getting into bandom! It was this lovely second wave and it was so much fun for me to see everyone getting involved. I could've done more to help people catch up, but there was a lot of enabling going on on that front. :)

Oh well. Think of all the interesting projects! Ray will probably do something awesome-I can't see him not playing music. Frank has Leathermouth and he'll probably have six other bands as well since "resting" seems to be a foreign concept to him. Gerard will probably do more comics, and I'd be happy if he did other stuff, branched out. Like do a voice for a kid's cartoon, something silly.

Then there's Mikey. Mikey to me, needs some time away from the spotlight. I hope he does.

And actually, I'm glad in a way we got a clean "we broke up" over a "we're on hiatus". Even though Fall Out Boy turned out to be telling the truth about the "hiatus", most bands don't.

Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,167
Prompt: Ball/Dance/Prom, from cottoncandy_bingo
Summary: Adam can’t bring Tommy to the prom, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have a dance.
Disclaimer: None of this is real. This is a non-profit work of fan fiction. Please do not Tweet it to anyone who is portrayed in this story. Thank you.
Warnings: Underage sex (boys are seventeen)
Notes: This is a tag to We Dance to the Sound of Sirens. It takes place a few months later, on prom night.


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