Where have all the flowers gone?

They're buried under ice-mounds, every one...
When will them fleurs return?
When will them fleurs re-turn....

This weekend was a nice antidote to last weekend. I did a lot of laundry, worked on some small projects, and napped. Did a lot of stretching. Jumped up and down to the Pogues. Talked to friends. Watched the windstorms whip up snow down the street.

I'm craving flowers. I think after work I'm gonna brave the cold and hit the Wedge for a bouquet of something.

*sad*

A lot of you out there are having a really, really rough time of things lately. The roughest possible, in some cases.

If anybody wants or needs to talk, I'm right here. Always right here.

Here's what I think...

I think we need to start over today. That's what I think.

*Attempts to reboot the morning*

Damn.

*rustle rustle*

*Head pops out of the copy-paper fort*

Hmmmm...It's still Monday...

*Dives back into the fort*

*Quiet groan*

I'm getting a headache...probably from the salt in the popcorn I ate with lunch.
I feel like crap. I've been worried about a handful of things, my hormones are screaming, etcetra...

But it's warming up outside. Maybe some flowers and a smoothie from the Wedge will help me feel better. (I need to shop anyway. Must...have...protein....)

Salvation from the random Gothic Poem Generator...

(chosen from the Feeling Very very sorry for Yourself seciton)

Ahem:



Alone in Darkness

the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we.
the understanding for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
devoured by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must sicken and die.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we are fallen.


*cracks a grin*

Heh, I knew that would feel better...