Aug. 11th, 2004

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Welcome to the wonderful world of dehydration. I know that's the cause. I've been drinking juice-flavored, slightly fizzy spring water, but it's not working very quickly. I should just buckle down and get some water.

T minus 2 days and 7.25 hours. Whee! Need to call AddStaff, see if they have anything. Need to get into Remedy Staffing, update my info.

I'm not satisified with the end for First Con. I'll have to re-do it. Later. It's too hard on my imagination to write when I'm being constantly interrupted by the phone. Yes, Miss Blondie is still ignoring the phones in favor of helping elsewhere. She took off for about thirty minutes to help reps. Natcherlly, it was the busiest time. I'll be glad to get out of this.

Oh look! The clusterfucks are starting again.

*minutes later* Good Gods! LISTEN TO THE SYSTEM, PEOPLE!!! Three of the four calls were for reporting a claim. It says quite clearly "To make a claim, push #". I've heard it. That's all you need to do and then wait patiently. I swear, patience is a lost virtue.

*snicker* And Blondie gets the bitching one. Serves her right and it's great for training purposes! *eville chuckle*

To the fanfiction!
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I have lived.
I have died.
I have watched him ride off to battle.
I have seen him return.
I have grinned at him from across the canvas.
I have shared his hammock.
I have held his hand through illness, through injuries, through last breaths.
I have turned him in.
I have paid for services he rendered.
I have danced for him.
I have lost him.
I have found him.
I have seen the past in his eyes.
I have seen the future in his smile.
I have looked at the Wolf and felt no fear.
I have challenged the Wolf and survived.
I have kissed.
I have made love.
I have screamed.
I have cried.
I have trusted.
I have drawn blood.
I have killed.
I have fought.
I have suffered.

I have done all these things.
I will do them all again.
I will keep him safe and whole and well.
I will love him with my heart, body and mind.
I will be there when he leaves this world.
I will bury him under a tree.
When it is my turn, I will be buried under the tree next to his.
I will find him again.
Whatever the life.
Whatever the form.
We will not be seperated again.

So Mote It Be.

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