Very well...back to more boring blather about absolutely nothing.

So, I seem to be upsetting a number of people with my reality...and therefore I will mostly revert back to the same old boring discussons about absolutely nothing important.

I have a few things to say first, and this will be the last comments on my real, true life:

For me, it's not safe or nice or cozy--I live on the edge constantly, from day to day, week to week...never knowing if, or rather when, my world's going to come crashing to a halt. Let me tell you, it's a hell of a way to live.

My life is not in any way secure, is never completely safe, in the sense of having a "normal" everyday existance...and hasn't been for the past year. Often, it may only be worry about having enough food to eat, or money for transport to work, or money to keep the electric and phone on--sometimes, it's much, much worse...from living through the death of someone close, to having to throw away five years of education, to being jobless, to losing my home and most of my few remaining possessions. Repeatedly, I face, major crisises and my worst nightmares on a regular basis--sometimes there's distant friends (whom I never actually physically see), and sometimes--there's no one. My worst nightmare really is being homeless...to me, it actually is more frightening than death.

What happened Tuesday, well, I don't think my reaction was overboard. To find an analogy that most people can relate to: It's like someone who's lives in fear of getting burned alive, being trapped in a burning building. It's like a man who's terrified of drowning, being on the Titanic when it struck the iceburg and started sinking. That was Tuesday night. I can't think of any better way to describe it.

Okay, so Tuesday night (my time) and Wednesday, and part of Friday--I freaked out like a little girl. I'm sorry if my reaction to my real-life wide-awake nightmare--coming true for the second time this year, bothered some people.

Therefore, since no one has come forward to tell me to quit it..I will continue this blog--but will no longer discuss my personal life, in regards to the bad stuff---from now on it will be all fluff and glitter, because God forbid, the general public should have find out that reality is not a TV show or a popular novel.

For my friends who want to keep tabs on the "real" me, if you don't have my other blog address, send me a message and I will provide it for you. I am switching to that blog on Sunday night (my time--five hours behind the U.K.) for daily updates on my present true situation.

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That said, now for the trivial stuff:

Just read the Doctor Who novel (thanks, GS!), Heritage. It was written six years ago--yet found a good many similarities between the Doctor (7th Doctor) in that book, and Russell T. Davies' idea of the "New" Doctor Who. The 7th Doc in Heritage, is very, very dark and brooding...and his thoughts often seem to mirror the present Doctor's (9th and 10th) more darker thoughts--especially in School Reunion, when Tennant's Doctor says, "Everyone died...I lived." I'm wondering if Mr. Davies got some of his ideas from this novel, or if it's just a case of two mind's thinking alike. Guess I'll never know.

Speaking of Series II, there's seems to be quite a few mentions of the weather--namely the drop in temperature. Leaving me to ponder, if this is just to explain the actor's breath being seen in a summer episode, just casual conversation, or is it related to something that's going to happen in Series III? Guess I won't know about that, either, ey?

And, speaking of books, I'm also reading a somewhat amusing story called, "A Mulligan for Bobby Jobe." It's a novel involving southern rednecks and pro-golf. Not bad--quite a few little chuckles in there. I've actually known (not well, mind) guys like the one's in the story. I'm not hugely into golf, myself, other than watching in on tele sometimes, and playing it on Nintendo, when I had one.

One of the things I will miss about not being in Lake George: the arcade...I'm getting rather good at the western gunslinger simulator...on the "deputy" (beginner) level, I got my quick draw down to .57 seconds, on occaision...not bad for a 46 year old, crotchety, arthritic old maid, yeah?

Did well shopping last night---didn't think I could manage meat this week--but found out the grocers near the downtown of the city, on Fridays, discounts nearly-expired meat. Good deals...got 3 "Quebec" seasoned chicken legs for 75 cents, a "Chicken mignon" (basically a itty-bitty little piece of chicken breast, wrapped in bacon) for 50 cents, a large package of turkey meatballs for a bit over a dollar...not bad...thought I'd have to live off the same food all week..spent all of 11 dollars on groceries--tho' I still need milk, margarine, and something for sandwiches to take to work--as I'm out of peanut butter (Thank God!) and the tuna is nearly gone. So I'll try to find some salami or ham or bologna that's cheap. Forgot to get bin bags, as well...and kitty litter. Still, I was hoping to keep the food bill for the week under 20 dollars (ten pounds), so I guess I'm at least going to do that, anyway.

So, still a few snow flurries around today, but that's November for you.

Going to be a cold Thanksgiving holiday, this year, I suspect..well...yours truly is "thankful" that I don't have to wrestle with cooking a turkey anymore. It's such a joy, on Thanksgiving morning, to wake up and realize that the Turkey is still frozen. Or to be invited to a relatives house, and drive there, only to find that said relavtive fell asleep on the couch and burned the turkey to the point where it's ready to explode.