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I�m just so glad You�re okay. Enough said.
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We went to see a sneak preview of Cast Away last night. (I love Helen Hunt. I have a same-sex movie star crush on her.) It was an interesting movie. I�d say, though, that I liked it as a whole, even though I found it hard to watch in some places. I wonder what kind of person I�d be after that long on an island by myself. The plane crash scene was horrifying. I had to shut my eyes. I thought it would make me throw up.
I never saw The Perfect Storm, but reading the section in the book where Sebastian Junger (whom I don�t like, either as a writer or as a person, by the way) describes in detain what happens when a person drowns made me feel the same way. I don�t do well with water disaster scenes. I think it has a lot to do with my friend Greg�s death. I should know better by now than to subject myself to that kind of stuff.
I don�t have good disaster skills, I don�t think. In many ways, I am a strong person. But in the face of someone else�s disaster, I�m afraid I might crumble. This is why I work in the Radiology Administration section of the hospital. No trauma at my desk.
Not that there aren�t things I am good at. I know there are several. I can cook pretty well, and have a couple recipes that I excel at, which make my dinner guests feel special when I serve them. I�m a passably good actress, although my fear of auditions keeps me from indulging that particular habit. Of course, that�s made me discover that I�m a good stage manager. A good kitchen manager, too. In my next life, I�m going to cooking school. I�m a good kisser. I have a pretty good knack for picking out gifts that people like. I can remember the words to most of the songs I heard and the lines from the movies I saw in the 80�s, which makes me good to have on your team during trivia games. I�m a good daughter. I�m good with little kids. And every once in a while, I manage to write something that makes someone else actually feelwhat I mean, the greatest gift a writer can receive.
I just don�t do well with disaster.
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I�ve accomplished very little thus far today. This has really got to stop.
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