not curled up in a ball somewhere.
I'm afraid that very soon, that's exactly what I'll be doing. I'm just not holding on very well. Soon, the ball is gonna win.
'Safe'
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not curled up in a ball somewhere.
I'm afraid that very soon, that's exactly what I'll be doing. I'm just not holding on very well. Soon, the ball is gonna win.
Look ma - no hangover. But off to the doc's anyway.
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Vw, if you want to be a ball, be a ball. From what I've seen, you won't be a ball long. Take a breath, take a vacation from caring and thinking for a second. We're all here, and you have people physically close to you who care about you and are thinking about you.
w, if you want to be a ball, be a ball.
Can I be a ball who runs away?
Curling into a ball and running away are time honored metods of dealing with badness. That said, current craptasticness is totally bump in the road and not your final destination.
Can I be a ball who runs away?
Yep!
And then you'll come back. 'Cause you're just that tough.
What Trudy said.
I am reading a book on exercize. That's, like, a step in the right direction, right?
Depending on the size of the book, it may well be an upper-body workout in itself. OotP sure was.
I just got back from a lunch spent buying shoes. (Well, sandles.) Yesterday I spent my lunch hour getting a haircut. It feels like someone enhanced my girly side when I wasn't looking. Whee!
Ok. Runaway plans foiled for now. Going to see a movie instead. Need to shower. No energy. Maybe moviegoers will get to smell stinky me for a couple of hours.
Yesterday I spent my lunch hour getting a haircut. It feels like someone enhanced my girly side when I wasn't looking.
Waits for Hec to show up...