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Oh! Oh, er, Vivre, from Notre-Dame de Paris, for Zara.
I fail at being alive to-day, but I'd better post, since to-morrow I get my foot surgery and won't be online, and then Wednesday we're leaving for Tennessee. Unless I get a chance to post to-morrow beforehand, this will be my last night online before then.
--there's so much to do to-night--
I don't know. I just feel a little emptied out already, all the holidays, all the shiny and the sparkly and the not sleeping (I've been taking nighttime cold meds, actually, to help me fall asleep at night. Mum says that's okay) (but my alarm clock keeps not going off--luckily I wake up at ten minutes to eight every morning anyway, but I should be getting up at ten to seven, really, so I think I might need a new alarm--). Rather tired, I think.
Anyway I have to finish Waen's present to-night, so I might not be about, or I might, depending on how soon I get finished.
I love The Postal Service so much. I keep listening to the two songs Miss Kylee gave me over and over. I want to learn them. I sat down at the piano last night for the first time in almost a year--almost two years?--and I could still remember the names of the notes, but not the flat and sharp signs, Waen helped me, and I got the tune to Cursum Perficio following the music.
Anna had another stroke--actually two--over the weekend, and I get so scared-sad when I think about it; but I gave Daniel a flower to-day and he smiled at me, he smiled at me--Jennie isn't feeling well, Verna turned eighty-seven yesterday. Ross and I talked about his wife's medications, Eleanor squeezed my hand (Eleanor's not so well, I don't think, she hasn't been out of bed in weeks). Darla's in the hospital, I think, because her room is empty and her husband keeps wandering around the halls. I've smiled at so many people to-day. I been hugging and kissing and holding people's hands and stroking people's hands. I love my people, I love them.
The book I'm reading is set in California, and every time they talk about Orange County I think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaliscoo and get smiley.
I believe in, I believe in--
something.
I fail at being alive to-day, but I'd better post, since to-morrow I get my foot surgery and won't be online, and then Wednesday we're leaving for Tennessee. Unless I get a chance to post to-morrow beforehand, this will be my last night online before then.
--there's so much to do to-night--
I don't know. I just feel a little emptied out already, all the holidays, all the shiny and the sparkly and the not sleeping (I've been taking nighttime cold meds, actually, to help me fall asleep at night. Mum says that's okay) (but my alarm clock keeps not going off--luckily I wake up at ten minutes to eight every morning anyway, but I should be getting up at ten to seven, really, so I think I might need a new alarm--). Rather tired, I think.
Anyway I have to finish Waen's present to-night, so I might not be about, or I might, depending on how soon I get finished.
I love The Postal Service so much. I keep listening to the two songs Miss Kylee gave me over and over. I want to learn them. I sat down at the piano last night for the first time in almost a year--almost two years?--and I could still remember the names of the notes, but not the flat and sharp signs, Waen helped me, and I got the tune to Cursum Perficio following the music.
Anna had another stroke--actually two--over the weekend, and I get so scared-sad when I think about it; but I gave Daniel a flower to-day and he smiled at me, he smiled at me--Jennie isn't feeling well, Verna turned eighty-seven yesterday. Ross and I talked about his wife's medications, Eleanor squeezed my hand (Eleanor's not so well, I don't think, she hasn't been out of bed in weeks). Darla's in the hospital, I think, because her room is empty and her husband keeps wandering around the halls. I've smiled at so many people to-day. I been hugging and kissing and holding people's hands and stroking people's hands. I love my people, I love them.
The book I'm reading is set in California, and every time they talk about Orange County I think of
kaliscoo and get smiley.I believe in, I believe in--
something.
