Yay! I had to get outside help, but my hero totally fixed the blog! (I say totally and I’m hoping that’s true. Someone should comment so we can make sure that works, too 
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That said, I lost my entire blogroll. This is not a bad thing, since I think it was pretty hopelessly out of date. Now I need to start over. If you’re a regular reader of my blog and update your blog ever, let me know if you want a link.
Clearly I’m going to have to put some work into this. I also may start looking (again) for a template that I actually like, rather than one I’m settling for.
My week started off (Monday) with losing two friends. One of them one of my oldest, one of them one of my closest. I’m honestly not sure if either one is repairable.
One of them sent me into a complete rage and I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose, looking for a fight.
Sometimes it’s like a volcano building up inside of me. It takes a LOT to push me to that point and this person, in particular, has more experience pushing me to that point than anyone except my brother, Chaos. What was unfortunate was that my little brother was here when it happened and I had to send him away before I found myself taking my anger out on him.
I spent the next couple of days hiding out and avoiding everyone until Thursday when I had my regular Nia class. Now the Nia class I take is taught by really one of my three absolute oldest friends (since I was 7) and the class so far consists of her sister (who I’ve known as long) and the mother of the third and final friend of mine who I’ve known for that long (27 years!). It is held directly across the street from my house. The longest amount of time getting over there is probably the time it takes to lock my door.
As such, I don’t bring anything with me except a bottle of water and my keys. Why would I?
But when Chaos decided to come and visit and see if I was ok, there was no answer when he rang the bell. He let himself in and what he found was an empty house. And there was my phone on the coffee table. And there was my purse with my wallet in it.
He knocked on the bathroom door. He called all through the house “Fyre! Fyre! Where are you?” Not that my apartment is very big, but he scoured it. When it became clear that I wasn’t there, but my phone, purse and wallet all were, he got worried and started calling around.
No one answered the phone.
Eventually he got a hold of mom, who told him that I have Nia every Thursday. It’s also written on my white board calendar, but for having scoured my apartment, that was one thing that never occurred to him to check. (Not that my brother often knows what day it is.)
I think it’s funny. Of all the people to get worked up in worry about me, Chaos is really one of the last I would expect it from. This is the guy who used to disappear for days at a time and return like he hadn’t even been gone for a day.
He has asked me to tell some of his stories on my blog and, since I don’t want them to get lost along the way, and since he’s not going to write them down, I may start telling some of them.
Stay tuned. I’m not all that interested in talking about myself these days anyway.