Well The Tracks have taken me to Boston, MA. And I must say, so far I'm loving this town. So much so that I'm not planning on coming back 'till Friday.

I'm staying in a little Hostel dorm and have been living pretty comfortably.

I'll go into details when I get home. Internet Access doesn't come cheap here.

Yay, got power back!


I was going to just head down to Richmond to pick up my birth certificate, until I found out where it is and what's the delay: It's in bureaucratic limbo down at the place that handles name changes on the certificate. They said I should get it six to eight weeks from when they received it, which at the "latest" would be November 2nd. And that's caused a bunch of problems that I've been stressing over.

I had already set this weekend aside for going to Richmond, but since going would be pointless I figured I might as well go somewhere and clear my head. I'm not sure exactly where, though. I guess I can just go down to the train station and buy a round-trip ticket with what I can afford.

I've never done anything like that before- might be fun. This town sure is different than back home, but I guess I just get sick of being in one place for too long.

Hmm, I guess I'm going to have to get over that eventually.

But anyhoo, let's see where the tracks lead me...

Well Isabel has come and gone, leaving us without power. No water either, since it's wellwater and the pumps are electric.

It seems the power's back on everywhere else though, so finding a working computer was an easy task. It's a Mac, though. Bleh. (No offense)

Healthwise, I guess I'm sort of ok. During the day I'm mostly good. I should see a cardiologist, but the whole No Insurance thing makes it difficult.

But I'm not worried. Actually I've been pretty calm lately. Things are progressing nicely and I'm looking forward to the near future. If all goes as planned, I should be full-time By November and outta here soon after.

Ack, my email account was full. I deleted a bunch of old email a couple of days ago but I forgot to empty the trash. Stupid me.

I don't want to, I can't afford it, I hate going, but it looks like I'm going to have to see a doctor. Maybe the Emergency Room. I don't know. It can't be good that I keep blacking out. I guess I'm just one of those people that think they'll eventually get better and there's no need to waste money.

I really don't need this. It would really suck to die when things are going so good.

Just came across this persons site, and have been entralled by life at X Pharmacy. lol, I'm weird...

Read through the guestbook entries-

1. Dragon*Con was pretty fun, but nothing of note happened to me. Well, that I feel like writing about anyway.

2. Hmm, I WAS thinking about getting a tatoo eventually. Still thinking about what and where though.

3. And finally, someone who agrees with the pessimistic little voice in my head. Thanks Ben!

Ooh, been awhile.

Aside from the outside work, as the resident 'electronic expert' here I've been enlisted to fix the
numerous appliances that are constantly breaking down.

Most of them have been relativly simple repairs, but when the computer stopped working I cracked it open and found that a few dozen cockroaches had taken over inside, completly frying everything.

Well it took a few days, but I was able to Macguyver a solution with bubble gum and toothpicks, so here I am.


Mike sent me an email completly out of the blue. Wanted to tell me that he was joining the military so he could rejoice in never having to see me again. I wasn't planning on seeing him again anyway, but well good luck.

He also wanted to gloat that he wasn't a virgin anymore.

And this just in, Hell has frozen over.


Since my last entry I finally and definativly, with no doubt, have decided what career I am going to
pursue. I never pictured myself doing it, but ever since I thought of it I can't get it out of my head.
Usually I change my mind by the second day or so.

I won't reveal what I've decided on yet. In the extraordinaraly improbable event that I DO change my
mind, I don't want to look like a dummy. Well, not anymore than I already do.


Bought my first pair of heels yesterday. My shoe collection was always small, and up til' yesterday was non-existant as
I got rid of them during the move. It was only a pair of sandles and a pair of powder blue sneakers. I'm not much of a 'shoe person', and would just as well wear one pair for every occasion. OOoh, how guyish of me.

Of course, I'll be leaving them behind when I go so I have no idea why I bought them. But they were actually in my size, which is always a rare event. I suppose I could use the practice walking in the darn things.