And the day started so well...

I slept so well last night. The pain I have had for the last few days has lessened. I put my soft red blanket on the bed and rolled myself up in it. When it was time to get up, I actually felt like getting up. And I felt peace of mind, in spite of the fact that I didn't find Amakusa last night. Perhaps it's a lingering sense of peace coming from the calmness and stability of our relationship.

And for the last two days, I have been interviewing and writing; that always gives me satisfaction. I am working on two articles, one for Role magazine, due to the affiliation with HPI, and the other for my new job at OI magazine.

I came to SL last night for a bit of information for the OI article and was immediately IMed by Stacy Pearl, Jo and Lost Quar! Lost has been incommunicado for awhile and I had begun to worry a bit. He was incredibly happy, though, and we were mutually pleased to see each other and catch up.

There were a couple of incidents yesterday. The first one I could have handled better, but I guess I'm still a little sensitive about people telling me I'm not a writer. Call me an idiot and I will laugh, but don't tell me I'm not a writer. But this is exactly what a guy did and after I told him I write for two magazines, he insisted I wasn't a writer. I asked him why he had an attitude toward me and he laughed. So I told him, "buhbye," and left. I know Cliff would say, "screw him!" or probably something worse. I may think it, but I don't say it. It's nice when he says it; I feel justified.

Then, there is missing furniture. As I was trying on some gifted outfits at Brisas del Mar, I noticed one of my chairs is missing. I contacted purple and as we talked, I realized I am missing 2 chairs, a lamp, a table and a small fountain. She has no clue about what happened, although she said she had cleaned up after the other tenants moved out. I did have a mysterious IM from Fire, the owner of the sim, about some stuff of mine supposedly floating above him. I don't know what the outcome of that was. (And, yes, I did check my trash and the lost and found folder.) I am convinced renting or owning a house is a neverending stream of inconveniences and problems. But one could hardly rent from someone nicer or more responsive than purple. How could I be upset? All the furniture was free. The only thing I lose is the time it will take to find something I like to replace it.

After I got home from work, my day took a nose-dive in the RL department. My mother had insisted on putting my name on her deed, saying it would change nothing. I thought, if that would make her happy, I'll do it. Well, today I got a bill for school taxes. Next it will probably be thousands in property taxes. I am NEVER listen to her again! And that's all I have to say about that.