Danny's Dad

It's a good thing I wrote myself a note before falling asleep last night. I would've forgotten everything I wanted to say otherwise.

Sixth Fear: The Plague Doctor

So I was reading this blog here. I think he decided to end it. Which makes me sad, because I was kind of enjoying it a little.

:/ Sad panda is sad.

Blaaaaaargh...

o_________o

Damn it, iPod...

Why'd you decide now to let Rapture work...?

I COULDN'T SLEEP TIL LIKE, 1 AM!

Ah well. I have coffee.

^w^ With eggnog.

Quick little Update

I decided to start reading Rapture.

I'm here.

I'm already laughing my ass off.

Fifth Fear: The Grotesque

Relatively uneventful day. Danny's still fighting sleep, and it's ten to 9. That's insane. He's not screaming; I made sure I turned the monitor on. I know it's on, I can hear Kiwi giggling every once in a while. I know it's on.

Not doing that again.

Bad Nightmares

Ever since I can remember, I've had crazy nightmares.

I mean, I don't ALWAYS have nightmares, but when I do, they're just...

They're bad.

Fourth Fear: The Unnamed Girl

I learned today that one of the children from the CT shootings, a little girl, had family here in the Twin Cities. Grandparents.

According to them, they'd talked with her that morning, and she was trying to convince her mom to let her wear a dress to school. A pink little party dress. She wanted to look pretty, they were celebrating the holidays in class. Her mom finally relented and let her wear the dress to school.

She was killed in a pink party dress. Her favorite dress.

As my aunt said, "She looked beautiful for Jesus that day."