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*whimper* I just accidentally closed a browser window and lost an hour of lengthy journal-writing work. Now I get to recreate it. :(

When My Past Returns to Haunt Me...

You know the end of "Cat's in the Cradle" where the father realizes his son has grown up just like him? Or the end of "Jukebox Hero" where the rock-fan-turned-rock-star "passed his own shadow by the backstage door"? I just had something happen that gave me a similar feeling.

( On the glory days of Robotech fandom, and my past coming back to haunt me. )

Totally bored

This is me, being bored out of my skull.

There's not any email coming in. I've read Slashdot, BoingBoing, and my LJ friends page multiple times. I've read Sluggy Freelance and Li'l Abner. I've typed the previous lengthy entry into this journal. (Twice.) I've updated my essay journal (actually, that was last night, but still).

There are no support requests coming in. There's no personal email coming in. The chatservers I'm on with my friends are all quiet. I'm about to fall over and go to sleep. :P