URGH!

So annoying! SPS was supposed to go to the Exploratorium today, cancelled and didn't tell me.

*sigh* Well, at least I can get some reading done and probably get Rachel and Tamara to do character creation. Oh, I did that with Stephanie last night! ...I'm vaguely disappointed that she chose a druid rather than a paladin - she really wanted some sort of horse companion - but it fits since she's pretty nuts about animals.

Silly

I'm feeling happier - listening to the commentary for last night's episode. Confidential probably won't be up until tonight, but commentary tends to show up early.

No, wait, Confidential's already up! Ooh, car cannon.

Ah the small things that make me happy.

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Maybe... maybe this week I'll go and watch every single Sontaran episode again (except for The Two Doctors, much as I love Troughton the rule is still in place about Peri and Colin Baker). Plus, perhaps, The Horror of Fang Rock!

And I'll probably watch this week's episode over and over... And over and over and over!

HEEE HEE Hee hee!

Good memory.

...sometimes I am really thankful for past blessings.

I've told the Belize story more times than I can remember. A trip that I desperately wanted, that was good for me, that would have been a wonderful experience all around and probably would have shaped where I went in college - which was utterly, immediately refused by Papa. Okay.

But that's balanced with the trip to Missouri. I will always love Stina for inviting me, always. And that Jeff offered to pay, and that PAPA not only accepted it but supported it and allowed me to pay my own way! I was dead scared that I would be told I shouldn't go, and there Papa was saying it would be good for me! And the fact that he suggested I buy the ticket myself - this was really important, because for the first time my father suggested that I spend a serious chunk of my own money for something I wanted. I was raised being ordered to save money, save money, defer gratification, WAIT. But for once - yes, you can do something for yourself, for fun! It was the single most positive way my father ever encouraged me to be independent.

I think that was the first point where I stopped thinking of my bank account as primarily belonging to Papa, and using it for frivolous reasons as slightly illegitimate, sort of stealing from my future. From then on it was MINE.

(Definitely would never have gone to the Simon and Garfunkel concert if it hadn't been for that.)

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I love me some fandom crossovers, yessiree.