An eloquent essay on poverty and paying it forward made me realize that it's three years next Wednesday since the horrible day when the iMac got Raptured up. Looking back on those entries (and I've never been one to keep up with a journal until LJ came along, so it's unusual and nifty to me to have that record preserved), I don't know that I could have foreseen that we'd ever manage to dig out of that hole, much less convince somebody to give us a mortgage. So I suppose I'm saying, things can change, never let hope die, and the internets are the greatest invention since fire, goddammit, and I love all of you out there even the ones I haven't met yet. Except maybe the Creepy Guy, but heck, we're all the Creepy Guy sometimes, huh? Movers are coming in 32 hours, so if I don't get to post again before then, remember I'll be thinking of y'all while Gaius is tucked away in his hypersleep capsule...
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