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So, what I have been mostly doing is cleaning my room --you can follow my twitter for more details on that. Be warned: That babbling thing I do here in elljay? I do it *worse* on twitter, ayep.

Today I went and babysat the small half of joyteam, which was...okay, it would've been awesome, had she not been teething and having mad separation anxiety. But we survived, and Lisa did manage to get lots of things done, which is pretty much my job. So yeah.

The suck is that I put my phone in my pocket, and then sat in a pool. Yeah.

...Yeah.

A yearish ago today, it was 2008, and I did the same thing. The phone survived then, let's see if Devilbox can make it through this too. I would really actually be pretty bummed if she died, which is a weird thing to say. But it is my text-message machine, and my pocketwatch, and occasionally even a phone!

But now I'm home, and Devilbox is drying (When I took her out of my pocket, the screen lit up properly, with one bar of battery. And no service, which is nervewracking. Needless to say, I immediately took the battery out and set her out in the sun to try and dry. We'll see--I may be off radar for a few days, which would be less than conducive to picking up Brenton from the bus stop tomorrow.)

I suppose it's probably about time to go back to room-cleaning. It apparently needs to be clean so that strange people can stay in it Saturday night. Damn you strange people! (I am kidding I love you)

Maybe eventually I'll post pictures and roomsquee. For now though, papers call. Ta!

~Sor
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Nag Entry!

My mother has Multiple Sclerosis.

If you don't know what that is, it's a form of brainfuckery that affects the brain and spine, and can therefore manifest in all sorts of entertaining symptoms. Like not being able to see out of one eye, or severe double vision. Like dragging one foot and falling down a lot when you get overheated. Like getting overheated *really* easily, especially in summer, or when you do any physical labor ever, and needing to sleep a lot.

It, to put it in a single word, sucks.

In mom's case, it *also* means giving herself a shot of nice fun meds, to try and keep from relapsing. This is good, because if she does relapse, she gets to have a nice joyous dose of steroids. Steroids do not have awesome side effects. So, a nice fun injection. Every. Single. Day.

That also, to put it in a single word, sucks.

"But Sor! You are so awesome that your mother must be even more awesome! I don't want her to have to suffer! How can I help?"

Well, I'm glad you asked me that. See, I have this awesome button. I wear it at conventions, mostly, but every once in a while, I wear it about the world. We're just gonna pretend I'm wearing it right here and now on the internet.

It's a bright orange (of course!) button that says "Give Me A Dollar, Ask Me Why!"

The why is above. It's a fundraising tactic, the goal of which is to raise money for the MS society, so they can hopefully find a cure. My button feeds into Team Greykell, who is less than two months away from the challenge walk they're gonna do at the start of October. Every single walker on the team needs to earn fifteen hundred dollars. That's the easy part. After they've raised that money, they're gonna go walk fifty miles¹.

((And my mother, after she has walked those fifty miles, is gonna cross the finish line and turn some cartwheels. I. Shit. You. Not. My mother is not merely awesome, she's crunchy.))

If you've got a spare dollar or twenty, go drop it in the donation box of one of our walkers --Brett Abbott, Stacey Abbott, John Buckley, Daniel Delaney, Greykell Dutton, Patty Hill, Russ Ives, John Kennedy, or Christopher Osborn.

"But Sor, you know me! I'm a starving college student/artist/lighting designer/soapmaker/mad scientist/teacher/actor. I don't even have a spare *quarter* to give the team! But I still really really want to help!"

Well, if you're in Maryland, that's easy --Join Team Greykell. Take that weekend, and sign up on the website and volunteer. On the day you're volunteering, go out to wherever the rest stop is being held, wearing your piratical best, and show the MS society just why Commodore Greykell's pirate crew is the best in the land. It's fun --no, really, I've done it a whole heap now-- and it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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So, for ease of you guys giving us money:

Give Me A Dollar!

Because MS sucks.

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~Sor
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1: Okay, technically, the Challenge Walk is 50 kilometers --only about 30 miles. They changed it last year --fifty was too long or something. Which is why Team Greykell hosts a "training" walk the day before the actual challenge, where those who want to can go ahead and walk the extra eighteen or twenty miles.