I'm trying to decide, is the rain helping?

I'm slipping again.

I've been going through my archive, trying to organize with tags. Did anyone notice the spiffy set of tags? Huh? Didja? I'm blocking out my stories so ppls can find them. So far I have:

alien dice: Fanfiction ghost story. The copyright holder approved.

mory: Fanfiction "end of series" story. The copyright holder loved it.

sher 1, 2, 3: These are my original works. Sher 1 is First Dance, sher 2 is First Date and sher 3 is First Con. First Love will be tagged as Rae 1, and Candy's and Kenji's story will be tagged as Candy 1, Kenji 1, Candy 2, etc. That one isn't finished, the First series is.

casino: aborted original about a blackjack dealer.

spiderman: one shot crossover

rent boys: Experiment in dialogue, inspired by Sticky Wicket, a webcomic

I'm only about halfway through 2004, which was when I started this whole LJ thing. I wrote a LOT back then! There's Freelance Keep angst, work angst, lots of memes...

My depressed posts are tagged "indigo". The only thing I took from the series "Touched By an Angel" was the name of the club a blues player once owned. I liked the reason why, "Indigo is that shade of the blues that is so bad, it might as well be black. It's the deepest, most profound state of the blues."

( And that's where I am right now. )

BTW, Bu, Squid, the flax is working out better then the silk for spinning. I'm maintaining a fairly even thread now. Making a huge mess on the couch, too.

Nobody is talking to meeeeeee.

It's downright DEAD here at work, but I don't feel 'safe' enough to hop on IM and see who's online to chat.

I'm still indigo, but it's a funny kind of indigo that makes me smile.

Still tagging 2004, finally got through to November. Yeesh. But! B...U...T!!! I was reminded of the MUCH worse situation we were in during that year. Now really isn't all that bad, considering what we WERE going through. Yes, it's frustrating being brought to NY on false pretenses and being evicted with little warning and not having our own books or alter or sheets or kitchen space or feeling like we have to clear everything with a little old woman who's doing us the big favor letting us live with her but doesn't hesitate to talk us down when she thinks we're not doing the "right thing" and is coming down harder on the IdK about his dislike of potatoes and his handwriting and his behavior in general and this is becoming a very long sentence and the point I was trying to make was, yes it's frustrating, but it's better then living with a substance abusing mooch, even if we did have our stuff. *pant pant*

So now, even though I still want to cry, I can smile and laugh and say "See? It's not so bad. We'll get there, someday," and be all Pooh Tao-ish.