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Sat 24 Jul, 2004 07:49 pm
Needing to speak, I just cannot phrase the words.
It's like, I know... but I cannot get it out.
Sort of like zipping one of those little bags-
You have to make it fit perfectly, keep moving it about...
Then if it gets into the groove, you slide it smoothly
and then it's done. But still you sigh and know, that was just one.
How many more?
yeah, suzy, even fascinating (to be fumbling over mundane things)
All night long, I dreamed I had a car like Fred Flintstone. I kept looking for public showers, trying to get relief from heat and fatigue.
I woke up with a terrible headache and so tired, I don't even want to walk.
Hey- but in that dream, I had two jerks trying to take my car and hurt me. I backkicked them and then outran them. Even in the dream, I thought to myself, God must be helping me, cuz I sure did not get out of that by myself!
Haha! Some dream!
I was in the supermarket yesterday, wishing the carts were set up with pedals so you could ride, rather than push them. Then you wouldn't have to walk across the whole store just to get dairy items, you could just take a quick spin over and be done with it!
Ahhh, dreams-
At my age, suzy, you just take the first available HOVERROUND.
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