<*worries about the girl*>

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm worrying for Sara.

Because I am a worrier.

And because she's a starving artist.

And because her rent is coming due.

And because she's broke.

And because a significant part of my brain/heart/something is screaming at me "You have twelve freaking grand! Spot her some fucking cash!!!" even though *all* of those parts are VERY aware that this would be a bad idea (and, thankfully, that it proably wouldn't go over very well given that she's independent and not into that sort of thing) and that the whole Hamlet thing about "neither a borrower nor a lender be" fits me very well[1].

But, yeah.

She's got two catering orders - one for today, and another for tomorrow - and that'll help even things out.

But, yeah.

I brought her dinner on Thursday.

I think I'm going to bring her a care package in the next couple of days (just produce, I think. I *know* she good for soy milk and stuff 'cause she makes her own).

But, yeah. I hope she'll be okay.

My baby-girl. I worry about her. :-\


Anyway. Off and running. Going to my sister's place for lunch. Bringing her some blue plums. Whee! :-) (Hauled a huge bag of tinned food home today -- I'm all about Being Prepared at the moment. I need to hit up a hardware store this afternoon and then I think I'll be okay).


Things to pick up from the hardware store:

6 2" screws
4 wall-stud-sheath things
6+ big hangers (may be able to get these for free from Cleo)
In-cupboard shelving for the deep under-counter cupboards in the kitchen.
kinky sex toys

Then (I think) I can finish the unpacking 'cause I'll be able to actually put things *away*!
Wouldn't that be amazing. :-)

Anyway.


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)


[1] I either end up feeling guilty 'cause I'm living off someone else's money, or I feel resentful because someone else is living off mine. Or something.