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1. I have suspected for awhile that I might have Sjogren's Syndrome. My grandmother had it, and I have some of the symptoms of it. I've not pursued getting a diagnosis because the symptoms have been pretty mild and also could be attributed to either Hashimoto's or celiac. Didn't seem worth the expense to just confirm that I have it.

( SPOILER ALERT: now it seems worth it )

2. So, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Mac's parents are clearly dead in MLP. They never use the word dead or say exactly what happened to them, but the show clearly intends to convey that they have died. Yesterday, we watched the episode where the Apple kids find out about their parents' Romeo and Juliet style romance, and I ugly cried because it was so damn sweet, and then when it was all over, I was like, wait.

I have been assuming that Twilight and the gang are supposed to be the equivalent of college age or just past college age. They are treated like adults and able to make their own decisions. Apple Bloom seems like she's in junior high. So, there's at least 10 years between them. Applejack and Big Mac don't remember their parents. So, either they don't remember parents that died when they were about 10, or Apple Bloom was born after they died.

I saw a fan theory that Apple Bloom is actually Applejack's illegitimate daughter rather than her sister. I will wait for that episode with bated breath. LOL

3. Gotham!!!! ( SPOILERS )

4. So, I've been bopping along with my poetry writing plan: reading lots of poems, thinking about how they work, writing in my notebook. I had the thought that writing about my fear of death might be fruitful. It was if by fruitful I mean anxiety attack inducing. LOL Turns out that dwelling on my fears does not exorcise them but exercise them. I shall not be the 21st century voice of Thanatopsis, alas.

5. I finished the big project at work for values of having finished the most horrible, time-consuming part of it. I AM AWESOME! And it's done. That's the main part.

Bonus Track: I have decided to stop cross-posting to LJ. I always forget to answer comments there, and my flist is mirrored on DW entirely. Feels like the end of an era.

1. from "Work" in The Leaf and the Cloud

I will sing for the veil that never lifts.
I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a lifetime, maybe, to lift.
I will sing for the rent in the veil.
I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the floating light.
I will sing for what is behind the veil--light, light, and more light.

Mary Oliver

( Review of Mary Oliver's The Leaf and the Cloud )

My first real published paper was about Mary Oliver's connection to Gary Snyder (his poem "Riprap" and her poem "Riprap"). I have a great fondness for her poetry, and the world is a dimmer place without her light. RIP, Mary Oliver.

2. My Little Pony is killing me. First, they had a Lower Decks episode with all the random ponies that are always in the background of each episode, and it was just as boss as the Star Trek episode it was referencing. Then tonight, we learned that Princess Luna has forced herself to have horrible nightmares every night to punish herself for her tenure as Nightmare Moon. My heart, my heart, OMG, these ponies are fricking breaking my heart on a regular basis! Help!

3. Michael's proposal to Holly on The Office is so damn sweet. *sniffles*

1. When do classes start? Tomorrow morning. When I did I start getting sick? This afternoon.

2. Should I be ashamed at how often I cry when watching My Little Pony? Should I not admit publicly how often Fiona and I are simultaneously squealing and gasping with joy? Well, too late for that. LOL Tonight was MLP's anime homage in which Twilight and the evil T-Rex Tirek totally went Super Saiyan and kami-kami-HA-ed each other; then all the ponies leveled up ala Sailor Moon, and it was glorious.

3. Last week, I went to open the door of the car, and the whole handle just pulled off. LOL I may hate many things about living in a tiny, Southern town, but one thing I do not hate is that it cost a minuscule amount of money to fix at our trusted mechanic. Now Goldie has a single black handle like a tattoo or maybe an edgy cartilage piercing.

4. Also last week, someone took my keys while I was at the gym. There were only like three people in the gym, and they were all people I've seen regularly for the last like five years. I knew it had to be a mistake, but no one returned them that day. The next day, I went to facilities and everybody freaked out, and they were talking about rekeying two buildings (and although the conversation never got that far, I fully expect they'd have wanted to charge me the thousands of dollars that would take). I went to the police station and we went through the surveillance video and figured out who did it; they set off to track him down, and I went home to eat lunch whereupon the local library called me because the guy had turned them in there. He's an older community patron, and he approached the librarian saying that he'd found these keys and he thought they belonged to a family member and could they tell him who they belonged to. I feel like this guy probably should not be driving. Anyway, because my library card is on the ring, the librarian could look me up. That was a wonderful ending to almost twenty four hours of feeling like I was going to vomit; I am so grateful they got returned.