what's past is prologue

So ohiblather wanted to know "what if?" Is there anything in my past I regret? I've been mulling over this question or something like it for some time in any case, and as I was walking over to Greene Ave. last night the entry started writing itself in my head (as is so often the case) and I had to sit down on a bench and write it in a notebook in case it went away again. Three buses went by as I did this. Fortunately E was late to meet me. This is basically what I wrote, although I may edit if I notice it makes no sense.

( Long, rambling self-analysis cut to save your friends pages )

[ETA: I mentioned, right, that I'm working on this? Because I am. I have to. I'm tired of being afraid of phantom "what-ifs" all the time.]

but seriously...

hugs to crankygrrl and raithen and anyone else who needs them

congratulations and crossed fingers to emjayne

The week flew by, 2 major deliveries, one scream of rage (this morning -- poor Gia nearly had a heart attack, and my throat's still sore), one task still not done but I'm getting there, sort of. The pull-up-your-bootstraps-for-fall plan continues somewhat.

I'm off for the weekend. I have a party to go to. And yes, I will eat first. Chow, all. Have yourselves lovely weekends!