Monday, July 16, 2007

it's 8am and i'm in LGV, waiting for this dear boy to wake up. i love watching him sleep; he snores a little and has the look of a hibernating bear that should not, under any circumstances, be disturbed.

he's just a little boy and i often forget that he is in fact three years older than me. precious, overgrown tot who likes playstation and poker and poker on playstation.

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i haven't written anything half decent in ages. not here, or in lj, or in the journal i keep tucked away in one of my drawers. i miss writing but can no longer seem to just sit down and take my time to draw the words out, carefully and deliberately.

it's not that i have nothing to write about: i've never really run out of stories to tell, no matter how trivial. after last week's hell, i have rather copious amounts of Time again.

like now. i've never been a morning person but i've been up since 5, walked the stretch between gate 2 and lgv, and nary a yawn since. might be the music therapy. i set up my sound system last night and auditory stimulation is fueling energy.

i'm not making sense. this is a sad excuse for wanting to write.

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we haven't watched transformers yet. boo.

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i'm hoping to greet family joy personally on thursday. if i do get to see you, dear, i shall try the new recipe i found from reader's digest. bananas and birthdays are great together. right, jax? hihihi.



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getting bored and hungry. i hope my chef/driver/retainer wakes up soon. we have to run around the metro again. bugger.

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isea @ 8:20 AM