Fuck cancer.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Fuck cancer.
Amen
Could I have some sleep~ma and no-anxiety~ma, please? I am not having a good week, and the direction my thoughts have been heading lately have been scaring me a little.
{{Anne}} Sleep sweet~ma and calm~ma as much as you need.
Much calm~ma to you, Anne. I hope you have a restful night and a much better day tomorrow.
Anne, may your mind be fully aware of the love so many people have for you, here and elsewhere, leading you to sweeter thoughts and healing dreams, as your body rests and restores itself for the rigors of the coming day. Sleep well.
We are home. So tired. Headache. Food.
Thank you all.
Anne, what can I do to help settle your thoughts?
The hospital has free wifi, but the net nanny won't me me into Facebook, and now it won't let me into Gmail, either.Of course they won't let you into Gmail. With that size of an account, it HAS to be full of pron! Best to just block it, JIC.
{{{{Anne}}}}
{{{{Sean}}}}
{{{{All the Bitches}}}}