These dreams

This morning I was dreaming I was in lab teaching. it was snowing very hard and I was angry about it because it was going to interfere with my second job; assassin. Ah, my brain.

just learned i can track my students movements on webct so now if they tell me they tried to do something and it didn't work I can see if they're lying. Whee

remembrance

A few nights ago Mom mentioned it was five years since her sister died and I said no Mom, it's six because remember I couldn't make it back because it was over a grand to fly back from FL and it was the middle of mid terms and grad school isn't kindly. She said 'oh yeah...you still should have come.' I reminded her again about that min. wage job I had.

Today she informs me that I was wrong . She found a prayer card and it was definitely 2004. I said mom, that's not possible. I was in Florida. by 2004, evil_little_dog had sold her house and moved to IN. Remember I was in FLORIDA at the time. She got pissed said yes I just HAD to be right and everyone else was wrong and hung up on me. I felt bad, figuring I shouldn't have pushed it but for the love of god, I know where I was and why I couldn't make the funeral. evil_little_dog vaguely remembers this. I remember the whole conversation with the family at the memorial dinner. I sat out on the back porch and stared at the orange trees wishing I was there and angry that my one cousin had left his own mother's memorial early.

Anyhow I thought that was the end of it but no. Mom called back to say that she found another prayer card AND an obituitary and that it was 2004. I could not believe she actually went through that much effort just to prove me wrong. I don't know why I'm surprised. This is how my family is. We all have to be right. I'm pretty sure what she has is the first year anniversary prayer cards. And I'm just as bad. If I knew which cemetary she was in, I'd look up the burial record on line.

but it wasn't until after that spiteful callback that I remember today was the day my aunt died of alcoholism. It's one of those very frustrating things. It makes you sad and angry because even though you know it's an addicition, they still did this to themselves and you're always wondering, could I have done more? You know the answer is no but still...

Anyhow, here's to my aunt. I do miss you very much.

Funny how animals seem to know you're upset. Frick and Frack actually not only behaved themselves they also both sat with me AND Roy cleaned Kyo's face. He's never ever done that.

Also I got the first disk of Ouran High School Host Club I'm not sure how they made it more cracky and gay than the manga but they did. It was very funny. Kyo helped me grade exams while I watched.

Fic - Sorrow's Dark Array Ch 31

Sorrow’s Dark Array
Author - cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Pairing – Roy/Riza, Ed/Win (eventually) Winry/OC, mentions of Maes/Gracia and Al/OC
Rating – will vary from chapter to chapter, mostly Pg-13 but will eventually contain well marked adult chapters.
Time Line – anime based, spoilers all the way through the anime and the movie and does have strong manga elements such as Armstrong’s older sister and the land of Xing
Summary – As Roy and Riza prepare for their wedding, while dodging assassins, Ed and Al try to find their way back home.
Author’s Note #1– This was written after much prodding by evil_little_dog as a sequel to the source of sorrow and is now her holiday gift even if she has beta’ed part of it. So thanks to her and lyricnonsense for the beta. You do not have to read the first story to understand this. You’ll quickly pick up that Riza has retired from the military to be Roy’s wife and bodyguard. Olivia Armstrong is now president and she’s assigned Roy as the ambassador to Ishbal; oh and that Roy was severely injured in the destruction of the Gate, requiring some of Winry’s automail.
Author's Note #2 - This is a longer work and like real relationships, the ones listed in the pairings, take time to mend and come together. They have to work at it. Hope you enjoy the ride.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
chapter fifteen
chapter sixteen
chapter seventeen
chapter eighteen
chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
Chapter twenty-one

Chapter twenty-two
Chapter twenty-three
Chapter twenty-four
Chapter twenty-five
Chapter twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter thirty


“Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.” – Shakespeare


( you shot my brother )

onto Chapter Thirty-Two