“He’s Been Stabbed By A Morgul Blade.”

Okay, so I’m not exactly passing into the Shadow World, but still.  The fact remains that my throat’s felt funky since yesterday morning at work.  So, when I got home, I medicated myself, watched as much of Fellowship as I could, (I still haven’t seen much past the counsel.  Argh,) then fell aslepp for much of the day.  Read almost two complete books last night, really liked them.  One was a Lurlene McDaniel novel called “Telling Christina Goodbye.”  She writes about different life changing tragedies in teenagers’ lives, and I thought that this one was especially good.  She always seems to write about the people in the books being diagnosed with cancer, and while I don’t doubt that it’s an hnestly tragic thing to be diagnosed and to go through treatment and everything, you can only read so many books about what happens and people’s reactions to it before it becomes repetitive.

But this one wasn’t about someone bing diagnosed with a disease or something like that.  In this one, the main character, a girl named Trisha, is trying to overcome everything that has happened to her since the night of a car accident that her best friend, Christina’s boyfriend caused.  Well, maybe caused is the wrong word, but he was the one driving, in any case.  Christina dies in the crash, Trisha is mildly injured, her boyfriend Cody is in a coma, and when he wakes up he has amnesia, and Tucker, the one who was driving, walks away with barely a scratch.

That book brought back memories for me.  Of my own car accident tht I was in.  Of the fact that it could have been a lot worse.  I mean, what if that car had been one in the other lane, moving towards us?  Not just one that was in the leftmost lane, waiting to turn?  What if the force had been stronger, and the car that Lindsay and I were in flipped over?  I mean, my mom’s proof that it is possible to walk away from that without a scratch, but still.

It also reminded me of the memorial service I went to my freshman year.  A guy named Carlos had been crossing thirty-six, and some guy ran a yellow, and hit him.  I don’t think he died instantly, but it wasn’t long before Carlos did die.  We had a memorial service for him at the school that the choir sang at.  He’d been in the choir, and right in the middle of the risers was a black music stand with a red rose on it.  I remember, I thought I’d be okay during the service, because I hadn’t known him.  I hadn’t even known he’d gone to our school.  And I was okay.  For about five minutes.  But since I was also a member of the choir, I was on the risers, facing everyone who came in.  And through the sea of faces pouring in fro the main doors, I saw one person, tears streaming down his face, who I never would have expected in a million years to see cry.  That’s what got me started.

Oy . . .  Cheery trip down memory lane ‘m taking, aren’t I?  Yeesh.  At leastI’m reading again, though.  Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I picked up a new book and read it.  I really don’t read enough these days.  I just on’t have the time.  I’m either online reading these diaries, or typing an entry of my own, or I’m writing my own novel.  And while that’s not a bad thing, I miss reading.  I really do.

And I miss seeing Fellowship!!  I wanna watch the rest of the damned movie already!!  “They have a cave troll.”  I want to see that part!!!

Okay, I’m done omplaining.  I think I’m gonna go type more for Celeste’s Life.  I wanna get that story done, too.  Everyone who reads this entry, go type in Celeste’s Life into the search thingy.  Go read those stories, I want opinions.