My heart bleeded, girl

I worked today, reading a test for personal trainer certification. Now I only owe the communication company $150. One more job and we should be even. However, ten bucks says that they'll pay me for today and I'll have to void/shred/return yet another check.

My mom died six years ago today. I almost forgot. Today is also my father's birthday. Alas, I'm an orphan. At least I have step parents still.

And that feeling of mortality has been added to today by the news about lucylooo. I don't know her well, really didn't interact with her much at all, although she was on my flist back in the day. The Center was one of the first popslash stories I ever fell in love with, and I awaited each new installment with eager anticipation. She never got Kevin and Justin back together, though, and I think that fueled my love of Justin/Kevin over the years, and is probably one of the reasons I kept reading "Sucker" for as long as I did. So, thinking of Lucy today has made me both smile, and feel sad. It also prompted me to pick up the phone and finally make an appointment for a colonoscopy, which I have been putting of out of sheer laziness for way longer than I should have.