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Meow.
Meow. |
Sorry, sweetheart. I just don't know. Concert was most certainly worth the migraine, throat problems, and thus, possibly falling from the good gracesbof directors. But it's fine. I'm prepared. There are just a lot of wonderful things in Boston. Let me stay there? With all the people? To be a wall flower? Wonderful. I did feel like shit this morning though. Horrible. And cold. Maybe it is time to pull out the red scarves and hats and mittens. I should take my mother's hints and just wear the silly hats. I feel like I have a lot to say. And then nothing at all. Only because everytime I go to make that move I think about...well... I'm not sure what a good word for it would be. It's a little uneasy though. I don't like being uneasy. Or sick. But it'll all be worth it in the end, right? Once. Just once. Just try. I know that you don't know. But please. Please. Please. |
