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Mar. 16th, 2004 08:12 pmSomeone asked me the other day how it felt to know i was being censored. i was told her mostly i deal with it. Until tonight. The server must have a new censorship program, because now i can not get either of the yahoo groups i normally read. i only read two, but now i can't get them. i have asked someone i know on both lists to see about getting the settings changed for me so i can get email. i hope it works. i'll be bored to tears if i can't read those two lists. Sometimes there is good stuff on them but lots of the time i read for entertainment.
So now i feel pissed about censorship. Who am i hurting anyway?
i have moved on to the next stage of my sickness. The sneezing, sore nose, rhumey-eyed stage. i am still tired all the time. i was in bed before 8:30 last night after having slept about 18 hrs. yesterday. This morning i woke up again to make Master His breakfast and then i went back to bed until about 10. i got up and got things together for dinner tonight and then went to the couch and slept through two movies i would have liked to watch. When Master got home, i made soda bread for St. Patty's day, cuz everyone is a little bit Irish on St. Patrick's day.
29 years ago tomorrow, my son tested the waters to see if he wanted to be born or not. He decided not the brat. His father, unbeknownst to me, got dressed in green slacks and a green shirt and green socks to take me to the hospital. He was hoping for a St. Patrick's baby. Dumb kid decided it was not time. So the next day i got sent home. That's when i discovered what his father had done. That is one of the few good memories i have of that time in my life. It was on that day, too, that son got his name. Patrick. He doesn't much like it, because it doesn't go with his german surname. Too bad i say. i love that name. It is a good strong name. My son has grown well into it.
i am going to have to go to bed. i'm sick. And now my stomach is getting sick from all the gunk that is coming from my sinuses. TMI! i know LMSG, but some things just have to be said.
Good night gracie.
So now i feel pissed about censorship. Who am i hurting anyway?
i have moved on to the next stage of my sickness. The sneezing, sore nose, rhumey-eyed stage. i am still tired all the time. i was in bed before 8:30 last night after having slept about 18 hrs. yesterday. This morning i woke up again to make Master His breakfast and then i went back to bed until about 10. i got up and got things together for dinner tonight and then went to the couch and slept through two movies i would have liked to watch. When Master got home, i made soda bread for St. Patty's day, cuz everyone is a little bit Irish on St. Patrick's day.
29 years ago tomorrow, my son tested the waters to see if he wanted to be born or not. He decided not the brat. His father, unbeknownst to me, got dressed in green slacks and a green shirt and green socks to take me to the hospital. He was hoping for a St. Patrick's baby. Dumb kid decided it was not time. So the next day i got sent home. That's when i discovered what his father had done. That is one of the few good memories i have of that time in my life. It was on that day, too, that son got his name. Patrick. He doesn't much like it, because it doesn't go with his german surname. Too bad i say. i love that name. It is a good strong name. My son has grown well into it.
i am going to have to go to bed. i'm sick. And now my stomach is getting sick from all the gunk that is coming from my sinuses. TMI! i know LMSG, but some things just have to be said.
Good night gracie.
