urbandruid

List 6 of your favorite television shows. Then answer the questions located under the cut.

1. Alias
2. Babylon 5
3. Crusade
4. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
5. seaQuest DSV
6. Bones

( Questions )

...to update the massive unfinished fic meme from hell.

More for me than for anyone else, but

( if you're interested... )

I finished one fic that was on the old list (Visiting Hours, Harry Potter) but I've added...several more. *sigh* At least I won't be bored for a bit, right? Plus the whole NaNoWriMo. 'Cause I'm really nuts.

With any luck, I've just reconnected with a very old- childhood- friend. I've been thinking about looking her up a lot lately, and finally decided to just go ahead and do it. I need someone to talk to about what's going on in my life right now, and I miss her like crazy.

It only took me about half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes at the outside, to find her. The internet is such a wonderful thing.

I found an article in a college's online newspaper, which I am positive is about the same person. Either that or someone cloned my old buddy Rachel, and the clone attended the same high school, played the same instrument in band, and has the same visual impairment.

So I did a people search on the college's website with her name; it only came up with one result, so I sent off an email on the assumption that it's her. And the usual "sorry to bother you" included in case I'm wrong.

I'm really excited, though. I've lost track of all of my old friends, to the extent that I don't think I will ever see them again. Most of them I wouldn't know where to begin to look for them- or probably, what to say if I should happen to find them.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much in case this doesn't pan out; the email bounces or she never replies, or it's the wrong person, but it's hard, because I want it so badly.

Mom's off work in an hour, and then she's taking me out to dinner. While I can, you know, still eat. I was hoping to avoid that whole "nothing to eat or drink after midnight" clause this time around on the surgery trip, but no such luck. So I will eat a huge meal while I can, with dessert, and related things.

And I will remember to breathe, keep calm, remind myself that it's going to be okay. That I can do this.

I hate surgery anxiety. And these occasional little flirtations with sheer terror.

I've spent half the day trying to escape, into books and Buffy episodes, and none of it's working. Eventually I have to put the book down, or turn the TV off, stop living in science fiction adventures or Sunnydale, and get back to my own life. I can't help wishing, though, that I were a Slayer, that this was some kind of big bad evil of the week that I could go kick the crap out of, shoot a few snappy comments at, and then- well, it would be over, and somehow I seem to feel beating on someone might help. If it were that kind of thing. Which it's not, and it probably wouldn't help anyway.

I'm at a loss as to who I would maul given the opportunity- and the, uh, lack of wimpyness that makes me the Anti-Slayer- but damnit, it sounds like fun.

Alternately, maybe I need a Slayer.

And not the six-inch ones standing on my desk. Though Buffy's little plastic crossbow and Faith's plastic knife (with 'blood' on it) amuse me to no end, really.

Perhaps, given the chance, I would beat up the optical department that was forever screwing up my glasses, just kick the crap out of all of them, on my way to the surgery center. Then just take a couple deep calming breaths and walk into surgery.

Me: [calm, a little winded] Okay. Ready now.

And in the background is the optical guy who tried to hit on me, going, "gee, she seemed kind of pissed off..."

Back to reality. Reality, wherein I have an 8:00 appointment (they moved the time back a bit) which I must face alone. Two six-inch Slayers won't help me, but perhaps they can keep Mom company in the waiting room.

Yeah. I'm scared, damnit. Trying not to be and failing miserably. I had a nightmare about it last night. And the scariest thing wasn't that I had a heart attack and was probably dying when I woke up from said nightmare, but that there were no familiar faces, nobody I knew at all. Not even the doctor. Stupid dreams.

It's really no wonder I'm feeling all Chosen One-ish here. Alone, bad things in the dark, and nobody else can do this... I have to face it. Eyes wide open.

I'll be okay.

This may or may not be my last post for a day or two, just so you know. Or I may make one more entry later today if I feel the need to vent publicly. Otherwise... 8:00 AM, Thursday the 31st of July, aka tomorrow- moment of truth. Good thoughts, well wishes, ect, always appreciated. When I'm back, you'll probably hear more than you ever wanted to about how it went and how much fun it wasn't.

So, um... Yeah.

Cheers.