Lonely in a crowd

I've always been a solitary person--books were always my escape route. I guess it was yesterday's version of the internet geek. Why interact when I could hang with Mara at the court of Haphetsut and eat honey cakes?

I haven't been doing a lot of reading lately. No time. Too much running, first for a house, then for furniture--the water, the cable, the internet, garbage, sewage, power, gas. How big I want my trash cans, how soon I want my power? Are there cups? (er...no, there weren't cups. I forgot. Blankets either, and it's going to snow this weekend.) I did find a desk, thank God.

I have a desk with a dinette chair (desk doesn't automatically mean chair). A lamp Cowboy talked me into taking. WALLS AND WALLS of books, magazines and data cds. A file sorter, and a pen.

I'm very proud of the pen. It's pink, with the RWA logo. I think it came in the goodie bag with the luggage tag. People always look at me funny when they see the luggage tag, but it makes my bag easy to spot.

I'm with people, family mostly--and how odd is it that now I'm worried family might read my blog? Lots of people use their blog to communicate, sort of like a mass e-mail without the copy-copy, but I've never been one of them. I flew beneath the radar, trusting in the fact that I have one hell of an honest family.

No one likes my writing, lol.

...but despite people and family. It's lonely. There's no one to talk to, and no one who understands, or is just willing to sit and listen to me vent without changing the subject, or giving me these looks like something is wrong. I guess Connor is going to have one hell of a lot of angst.