Wednesday, September 29, 2004


On the bright side, I did gather my courage and test. On the dark side, my fears of The One Pink Line were, unsurprisingly, proved correct.

Late yesterday, hands shaking, I peed on the stick, averted my eyes, set the timer to three minutes and waited in panic. And then saw the sea of white. And at 5:03 this morning, the brutal cramps started in, a wave of nausea and a flood of red.

J., more thoughtful and lovely and kind than I could have hoped, has decided to take me off on another trip--Lassen and Crater Lake--starting tomorrow. If mud pots and fumaroles and thermal vents don't distract me, my obsession will officially have exceeded any reasonable boundaries and I should be banned from TTC till I can screw my head on straight.

I'm taking my laptop but doubt I'll have internet access, so I'll most likely be back a-blogging early next week.


Blogger JJ said...

As always, I'm sorry. We were rooting for you this cycle.

Have fun on your trip, and leave your troubles as far behind as possible.

1:54 PM  
Blogger Julie said...

What a disappointment. Even a mud-pot pales.

4:41 PM  

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