ice on my hands

Nov 04, 2005 13:07

Im ready to go back to bed. I woke up with a bad feeling, form a dream I had, it was strange and parts of it made my skin crawl, but I can't write enough of it down for it to make sense.
I feel cold and shaky. I fell again today. I hate that. I know what my mom meant when she said its something that takes your confidence away for a moment.
The pharmacy is a pattern. Not just what I do for work, but day in, day out. Motrin, Cold/flu crap, colon prep kits, and occasionally birth control.
I'm not wishing something unfortunate on someone. But just once I would like to hand out a cyanide antidote kit.

Next weekend. I'm all yours.
Next weekend. I'm only yours.
Next...year...always and ever.
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