I've been alone at home, but for my sleeping children, every night for weeks on end. Now I've been alone on Minti for the past half hour. Where is everyone? Did I fart or something?

I'm also terribly bored. If I was any more bored I'd go an kill myself just for something to do. I'm kidding, I wouldn't really do that! Though the thought has obviously crossed my mind or I wouldn't have said it. You have to think it to say it right? Or maybe I'm just weird. Maybe I'm not really here. Maybe I can't die. Maybe I'm just a computer glitch on minti, and unless the techies remove me, I'll forever roam this site at random. Please techies, don't remove me. I barely feel like I exist as it is. If you remove me I will cease to exist on minti and then where will I be? I'm sure as hell not going to hang out on facebook or myspace again. Those sites frighten me. Minti is nice and safe and purplish green...
 

...and I think I need to get off the computer and take a ten minute break.

He forced himself up and out of the house and got a bit of retail therapy. $2k+ and a big entertainment system later and my honey has got something to amuse himself with while he's recovering from shoulder surgery. Good for him! He goes under the knife on Tuesday, has a 12 week recovery period where he can't do anything or go anywhere, and I'm not going to be able to go there because he's got a mate staying there atm, so there's a lack of beds. It'll be a minimum of 3 more months before we get to see each other again, probably longer, but oh well what can do? It's either wait or be single, at least in the end I know I'll have him back again.

Aidan is going to be hard to deal with when I have to tell him how much longer we have to wait, but I'll hold off on that for a bit. He's been getting more and more shitty about not being able to see, talk to, and spend time with Ron and it's getting worse. He's in big trouble at school atm, he's been trying to pick fights, hitting, pinching, kicking, throwing things at other kids. And this time it's not just the boys, he's doing it to the girls now as well. GRRR!!! When Ron finds out (when he gets a chance to get on the computer next and sees my msg) I suspect he's going to be furious at Aidan as much as I am. What to do, what to do? Kick Aidan's butt, that's what! So what if he misses Ron, that's no excuse to muck up at school. Grrr. And I was just starting to get proud of him for getting a bit more independant and helpful around the house. So pissed off.

I've been not looking too closly at compliments other than a cursory glance to who sent them. I've just noticed I have at least one of everything...and I'm wondering when I had a sex change. The Sugar Daddy is Alana's fault, strange person she is, but I can't remember for the life of me who sent me the Super Dad!!! ???

Ron has been sleeping almost for three days straight. I'm starting to nag him to go to a doctor or get one to go to him. He's got one of those "harmless little colds" that turn deadly, he's so unwell he can't even handle talking to anyone, not even me, properly. His voice on the phone is shocking, he can barely stay online for more than a few minutes at a time... he's logged on constantly but hardly actually types anything. I just pop him a message every now and then and when he's with it for a few moments he might respond to let me know he's not dead yet.

I don't complain about my man being a sook when he's ill. I'm the one that turns into a big sook when he is ill. I can't help it, I wanta be there to fuss over him and look after him and nurse him better. But I can't, so I'm going to sit here and sook about it to my blog - and anyone that bothers to read it - instead, cause Ron is a big tough man and nothing brings him down and I'm not allowed to worry for fuss over him... apparently... according to him.