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I posted about this Monday night, but apparently, Diaryland ate the entry; despite telling me it had posted, it didn't, and I didn't check to make sure, because I was wiped. Face passed away Monday. That33Girlie is, understandably, ravaged. I had something eloquent written out Monday night, but I find I am too empty to find those words again. Please keep Kate & her family, Joe and the Terror, in your hearts and prayers. I'm sure they could use the positive, caring energy. I have been having a hard time with it, and every time I think about it, I cry, so I'm trying really hard not to. I wish I could go to the funeral and help support Kate more. It's hard to be this far away when my friend is in so much pain, especially when she has done so much for me. If you've seen the news at all, you know Southern California is burning. We're so far safe and sound here in the San Fernando Valley, so don't worry about us. A lot of my out of state peeps have the impression that I'm living under the constant danger of spontaneously combusting while everyone in this half of the state struggles to get by in shelters and was lucky to escape with the shirts on our backs, and that is NOT the case. I don't mean to downplay the seriousness of those who had to evacuate, I just mean to say, "Mom, calm down, I'm fine. TB's fine, the cat's fine, the house is fine, the workplace is fine, the roads are clear, and there's not a single flame anywhere in sight." (The firefighters have been kicking ASS, btw. It's mostly because of them that this thing hasn't spiralled out of control and turned Southern California into the 7th level of hell.) The smoke, on the other hand, has gotten abominable. I woke up this morning with a headache you can't believe, sinusses packed, and swollen face and hands. My throat hurts, and so do my lungs, a little. I can't get rid of this fucking headache, and my head feels so full, it's going to burst. Aside from that, it's fine. I find it supremely ironic, by the way, that back in 2005, when huge walls of flame came within 2 miles of my house and clumps of ash were falling on us, no one I knew was the least bit concerned, even when I posted images of those same flames and emailed updates regarding our evacuation status. Now, when the closest fire is 25 miles away, and we weren't even able to smell smoke the first 3 days? I am getting inundated with emails, calls, and notes from people worried to death that I am in mortal peril. Go figure. Okay, that's it for me. Please keep Face's family in your thoughts and prayers. Thanks, copyright 2002
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In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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