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Wow, a person sticks her head in the sand for a few days and look what happens. Explosions of sockpuppetry, affirmations of identity and Lance kicks the boyfriend to the curb. There's just no keeping up with all the chaos and scandal and tears of woe.

Me? I'm just reeling from the fact that my aunt decided to visit for the NEXT SIX WEEKS OMG!!! It wouldn't be so bad if she had the remotest vestige of initiative left in her, but she is apparently incapable of spending A SINGLE MINUTE of the day by herself when my sister and I aren't at work. It's only been four days, and she's already repeated every conversation we've had at least four times. This is going to be a very (VERY) long month. And a half. *sobs*

So. Hey. What about those SeSa stories, people? How are you all doing? I remember when

lilysaid used to do a State of the SeSa poll every year around this time. I miss those polls and how they used to remind me that I was not alone in my ABYSS OF PANIC AND DESPAIR. I'd do a poll of my own, but I'm in a rush because I have to go take my aunt for lunch because apparently even my work time is no longer sacred. *adds some weeping to the sobbing*

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Oh, you're totally not alone *g* I'm hiding it very well, but yes. Panic is setting in. This could, of course, have something to do with the fact that I haven't even STARTED yet. *meep* I've changed my mind about what I was going to do, btw, because there was no humanly way to pull it off.

Also? Six weeks is a really long time, even if she DID take initiative and do something on her own. Holy cow!

Does it make me a bad person to feel happy that I'm not alone with my panic? Like you, I haven't started my story either, and for similar reasons. I keep waffling back and forth between two story ideas and not committing to either one in case I decide I prefer the other. *smacks self with vigor*

Also? Six weeks is a really long time,

Dude, it sooooo is. I could fall in love, get married and divorce in that time. Or win the lottery, spend all the loot and be broke again but with LOTS OF STUFF. But no. I get my semi-racist, story-repeating, early-stage dementia aunt instead. Where's the justice? The good news is that she's not actually staying with us because, joy of joys, our house has been a total disaster area since we started renovating a couple of years ago and stalled part way through. I've never been so glad to be a hopeless procrastinator IN MY LIFE!!!

I plan on starting this weekend!

Me, too! Right after I bury my aunt under the pear tree.

And, dude, what an awesome Christmas-shoe icon! I love it!

I could post in a sorta smug way that I have written, perhaps, half of my SeSa story. OTOH, I could post - with equal or greater truth - that I am *STILL GIBBERING ABOUT IT*. Which I am.

I had it easy last year. Mutter mutter, grumble grumble. Whinge.

Incidentally, win the lottery, spend all the loot and be broke again but with LOTS OF STUFF is such a great plan!

GIBBER AWAY!!! I JOIN YOU IN THE GIBBERING! Have you really written the first half, though? *dies of envy. twice*

I had it easy last year, too. We were SPOILED and now we're PAYING THE PRICE!!! And I can't seem to leave the CAPS KEY ALONE SOMEONE STOP ME NOWWWWW!!

It does sound like a fabulous plan, doesn't it? And the lotto's up to $25 million this weekend, so that's an amazing amount of STUFF. Whoot!

Advice re SeSa?

"Breathe in sequins, breathe out beige."

Best advice ever. I don't know that it'll work on aunts but I shall keep my fingers crossed. Unless you found that shovel?

*snickers* Apparently I am only capable of breathing out great fat clouds of PURPLE ANGST. But I will work on it, because I LOVE YOUR ADVICE!!!

Oh, god, aunts. They must have a purpose on this earth. Maybe one day I'll figure it out. Actually, I used to quite adore this aunt. It's just that since she started showing signs of dementia, she's also started showing signs of racism and homophobia and MEANNESS. It makes me very, very sad.

Oh it SUCKS when people who you have loved unreservedly turn all ugly in their thinking when they get sick. It's sad and devastates the way you see them. It makes it so hard to keep clarity on the fact that the hatred they are expressing comes from their sickness not who they are.

*sends you a purple angst eating vacuum cleaner in the mail*

Just remember to keep breathing and don't hyperventilate and overdose on the sequins...

It is hard to differentiate between the person and the disease. And much as I know from experience (and from the work I do) that you'll NEVER win an argument with a person who has dementia, there's that stubborn part of me that just can't bear to let a racist slur slide without saying something. *slaps self silly*

*eyes mailbox hopefully*

Man, those sequins. Who knew they were so ADDICTIVE???

*mwah*

BWAH! OMG, how perfect! Dude, you are AWESOME!!!

*blushes*

Personally I really like the fact that the vacuum of unfathomable sorrow turns angst into M&Ms. That's what we need more of in this world. Imagine how we could turn the world's desperate and poor into ~~obese~~ happy people with this!

My sympathies on your aunt descending on you.

I have written four different scenes of my SeSa story, but I have no idea how to connect them, or if they even should be connected. It's possible they should just be deleted.

Thank you. I may have adjusted to the horror by the time she leaves on JANUARY FREAKING 13TH!!

Four different scenes is GREAT! Even if they don't connect. Maybe it can be one of those "shuffle the pages" stories, all random and deep. Yeah. I like that. Maybe I should write one of those ...

And I'll call it "Scenes From a Relationship." And it won't matter that it doesn't make any sense! Excellent.

Here's one state of the sesa poll:

http://ephemera-pop.livejournal.com/39782.html

;)

Yes, and it's reprehensible of me but it makes me feel SO MUCH BETTER to know that I have so much company in my despair. Heh.

Oops. Me. I perhaps should be ashamed enough of myself to make that comment anonymous, but I'M NOT!!!!