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30 November 2003 @ 10:35 pm
The Ramble of the Sleepless  
Still trying to figure out Wednesday. I've got pages written on paper, but they ramble far too much to post here. Dang. I hope to get everything sorted soon, because in the meantime I'm a bit unstable upstairs. But I'm happy. Happiness is good, even on shaky foundations...right?

So the Thanksgiving holiday was a joke. I worked every freakin' day. ;_; Heck, I can't even remember the last time I had a day off. I think Saturday the 22nd, because I had a class at DeAnza that day, but I'm not sure. I'm always sleepy now, and my legs are always sore. Samchan's gonna be sick if she ain't careful...sigh. If I could feel his arms around me again, I think I'd be all better. Such is his effect, my dear.

On the other hand, my skin is improving, and that is ever and always a good thing. If I could just do something about these cold, lined hands and recurring lip balm addictions, I might be in pretty good shape.

Bed sounds capital right now. Cheerio, chaps.
 
 
 
What's in a name?ladamaborracho on November 30th, 2003 11:54 pm (UTC)
Hapy your skin is moist now ^_^ haha
Suzik00kaburra on December 1st, 2003 10:39 am (UTC)
It is! It is moist and normal-colored! No more red! **dances**
elizabethkebechet on November 30th, 2003 11:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, man... I know how that goes with the working through holidays. I've been pretty sure that I was... truly on the verge of developing a nervous tic at one point recently.

Speaking of the menfolk and their comforting duties... there's this feeling I get when I put my head on Ted's chest... when I can hear his heartbeat and feel his muscles there... where it seems like nothing in the whole miserable world can touch me, just by virtue of his presence. You put me in mind of a stanza from one of my favorite poems:

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
While ignorant armies clash by night.


It's nice to think of that poem right now. Thank you for putting it into my head. =D

Have you tried those little mitten things for your hands? The ones where you slather your hands with lotion and then pop the little buggers on just before retiring? I absolutely hate wearing them to bed, but the perfumes can be murder on my hands, and in an emergency, those damned gloves are a godsend.
Suzik00kaburra on December 1st, 2003 10:38 am (UTC)
The gel gloves? They sell 'em at work, but I haven't sprung for 'em (I admit I need them very badly too ;_;) because Bath & Body Works wants $35 for a pair.

What poem is that? It's pretty and makes my tail wag...or would if I had one.

And now that you've reminded me of the perfumes, I tried to email you about the ones I had on reserve but I wasn't sure it went through (it was sent to the haunted mansion email.) How much do I owe ya?
Leishu Lininu_ranma on December 1st, 2003 12:21 am (UTC)
I sorely miss you...

I was asked to do a toast at Thanksgiving Dinner (capitalized...). I couldn't think of much, except for you. I toasted to 'the light at the end of the tunnel': The things which we can look forward to. I look forward during each moment, which, without you near me, is taxing, to having you with me once again and feeling your own heart close to mine.

I love you. :)
Suzik00kaburra on December 1st, 2003 10:38 am (UTC)
mwah.
mutantstar on December 2nd, 2003 10:27 am (UTC)
Ack! Why so much work?
Suzik00kaburra on December 2nd, 2003 10:32 am (UTC)
Holiday season.
Bath & Body Works is understaffed, so everyone's putting in waaaaaay more hours than usual.
And the bakery just likes to abuse me. :-p