FYI: This journal will no longer be active in Theatrical Muse. I am saving it for archive/reference purposes.

Off for a week of sun, fun, and panels on ancient and emerging viruses (I think Abby'll like that one--what exactly is the status of smallpox?).

Love you, Chuck. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for watching him and Vee while I'm gone.

I know it's gonna sound like such a cop-out, but really, I don't get jealous. I have a great life and, while I know I take it for granted from time to time, more often than not I'm well aware of just how good I have it and I appreciate it, because it's hardly the norm anymore. My parents are married, always have been, we had enough when I was ( Read more... )

It doesn't take much since Varian was born to get her thinking. Tonight, it was the Dukes funeral. Her heart breaks for that woman, burying her entire family. So, after Chuck and Vee have fallen asleep, she curls up in a corner of the couch with the phone and Chloe's latest contact info.

Hey, Chloe ( Read more... )

He'd fallen asleep holding her. His cheek resting softly against the top of her head, her draped in a soft pink blanket and curled against his shoulder. One hand placed softly on her back, the other underneath her, supporting her, comforting her. She'd been crying, but two minutes with Daddy and she was an perfect angel. Susan wanted to be ( Read more... )

I want to help him. I want to literally be there for him, go to him, comfort him, but... it's too damn scary. I know it's selfish but I can't overcome it. What if he was Chuck? What if I was Kem? They were so close, and... I never, ever thought I'd be so glad to feel my little marathon runner keeping me up nights. Of course, I'd rather it did ( Read more... )

Being pregnant is hard. I quit. Someone else finish this out for me, OK? I'll be at Ike's--hell, you agree to finish it out, I'll even buy.

( Survey from Sam and John )

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Susan stares at the blue glow of the television relfected on the ceiling. The baby's moving and keeping her up, and not even infomercials can bore her to sleep. Suddenly, a grin appears on her face, and she grabs the phone and dials, snickering.

"Jerry? Yeah, is Abby there?"

( What do you want on your tombstone - and why? )