Excursions into the psyche of my insanity

Ok, so through time, you've seen that I'm a pretty hardcore Uruite. Well, I went a step further. I bought the Myst Reader that was written by Rand and Robyn Miller with the help of David Wingrove. OMG. Just go and get it. Amazing storytelling. Reading it while I'm neck deep in-cavern is something that I never expected to be so powerful. When it describes places in the book, I already have been there so I know what it looks like. The description of the Cleft is spot on to what is in Uru, the description of the common library is a little off, but most of it is spot on. Tonight, I went into Cavern, Myst Reader in hand and looked for some of the places described in the book like K'veer and Innat, in the distance I could make out islands in the distance that according to all of the maps and research I could get my hands on were probably them. I could almost see the D'ni walking around, I could feel the breeze going through the city (thanks to my open window next to ...

I've given up on my biological immediate family. Let's face it, they are a complete joke. My birthday came and went, and well, I'm supposed to jump through hoops for my biological family, but when it comes to my day, they just politely make up excuses. Fine. I'm used to it. #36 should be no different than 34 when my mother stormed out of the house because she was pissed at my husband and was a no-show to my birthday dinner or 35 when she put on a big act in front of one of my friends (to which we later told my friend that we didn't know the person who we went to dinner with because that was most certainly NOT my mother.) Or 16, when my sister at that age got a huge party at a country club complete with an Amaretto Mousse as a second dessert besides the enormous heart-shaped chocolate cake with candied yellow roses on it made by a chef, who was at that time, the equivalent of Wolfgang Puck AND a fully paid for, brand new, fully loaded Mazda 626 which had JUST be...