Today is my older brother Doug's birthday.
Like me, he's attracted to guys. He's never been much for girls; he had a girlfriend after high school, and that went nowhere. She was quite the dish as I remember - and crazy as a loon. The two of us have that in common, Doug and I: if we're gonna pick a girl, we always pick 'em crazy. Don't they say you always end up marrying Mom in the end?
Since Doug and I live so far from each other, I am limiting my celebration to Facebooking him and embarrassing him on a certain adult social networking site we both frequent. Ah, the Internet. Sharing life's little embarrassments with the entire universe is SUCH fun.
My beloved is sick. He's got a sore throat, but a trip to the doctor's proved it to be neither mono nor strep. I have a wicked sore throat myself, but he has been so knocked out by whatever this is that I've pretty much denied feeling ill and tried my best to take care of him. I figure that next to cancer this is a walk in the park, and so far I seem to be right. Hopefully it will pass soon.
We are trying to pull our finances together in order to make another move. This time I am hoping to have jobs located and ready for our arrival in our new destination. The economy is making that vaguely difficult, however, and in spite of the enthusiastic wads of cash the government's been slinging in every direction that doesn't seem likely to change either. I am just doing my best to remain optimistic still, and that's going about as well as it can. For the record, I still love our new President, but I AM starting to wonder if he loves me and my people back or if all of those sweet things he said were just to get us into the voting booth with him. Wouldn't be the first time some guy talked his way past my defenses with sweet nothings... But like most teenage girls the morning after, I am telling myself that he's just busy or has commitment issues and that it can't be that he's just not that into us. I guess we'll see.
How's your day going?
Title lyric from "Don't Worry, Be Happy" by Bobby McFerrin.
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I love that song!
I'm sorry your beloved is sick. My beloved had a wicked sore throat once upon a time (he wasn't much younger than HB at the time) that the medical people finally decided was cytomegalovirus, if I recall. He was in the college infirmary for over a week, and could barely swallow a thing. He got better. I hope HB (and you) get very much better very soon.
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