Thinking About Someone
I'm thinking about someone. I should be sleeping and resting and taking medication and all that, but my brothers have taken very good care of me. Matt Chilese, someone I initially thought I would never get along with, has been amazing to me. I drew him a picture, and when I walked into the cellar this afternoon feeling weak, ill and deflated he pulled the chair next to him out and looked right at me and said
"C'mere little bro."
And when I obligingly sat down next to him he pulled me close and gave me the best sideways hug I've ever received. I melted into him and stayed there for a while. I'm so glad I've gotten to be his friend. He is an excellent older brother. In addition to waiting for me outside the bathroom after I was sick, checking my temperature, riding the CatTran home with me, and going to the pharmacy to bring me chicken noodle soup and cold medicine while I was asleep in bed, the hug made me complete. I trust him with everything that I am. Thanks, Matt. I love you.
I'm thinking about someone. Niki has asked me how I've been feeling every time I see her. I used to think she didn't care for me much. Thanks, Niki, I appreciate you.
I'm thinking about someone. Michael Trad (!!!) brought Pookers and Glynis to Seven Cups during my shift to hang out and have some Da Hong Pao this afternoon. I was so happy to see them I wish they could have stayed forever. Even when I broke a cup in the back Michael Trad helped distract me from feeling bad by getting excited about feeding brine shrimp to the clownfish. I have adopted him as my kid, even though technically he is Nicole's. He has a huge heart. Thanks, Michael Trad.
I'm thinking about someone. Annie McDonald, Brother Tolahcuot, whom I have not seen in far too long, wished me well in her LJ. Knowing that she spared a thought for me reminds me that I can be strong like her. She reminds me of Charlotte from that movie I watched so many times as a child. She sews secret messages about me in her web to remind me of what I can be. Thanks Annie, I love you. Its the little things, isn't it?
I'm thinking about someone. My sister Nikki, who is not at home right now, but probably playing guitar hero with Ben or teaching him how to solve a Rubic's cube, has taken very good care of me these past few days. I'm grateful to be living with her, and not only because she buys me lunch, makes me Peppermint tea, lets me share her kitty, calls Mom and lets her fuss over me on speakerphone so I can remember what its like to be cared for like a little kid with a fever, and shows me hilariously disturbing videos on YouTube. She remembers to pay rent, too :). Thanks Nikki, I love you.
I'm thinking about someone. I went over to Sam's place tonight but he was fast asleep the entire time I was there. I didn't see him at all, nor did I go over because of him. I was feeling lonely (and still pretty yucky) so I called Sam to find out where my Waldo ended up...and [Princess] Walter answered the phone instead. After harassing me for a while he invited me to go over for a movie because he was bored. I thought that was a fantastic idea, so I drove over with Ted. When I got there he scolded me for going out with wet hair and made me some tea, brought me a blanket and popped in "Best in Show" which we didn't watch. Instead, we laughed and talked and Ted and I made friends with his other company, Adam (who sports an scrumtralescent mini-ponytail and likes me better than the "B-word" because I have eyebrows) and Benjamin (who is from England and has an excellent sense of humor). I talked about Sam to Walter a little bit (or a lot) and jousted with him quip for quip. Walter told me I should get some sleep and he gave me two hugs after walking me to my car, one from him and one from Sam, because he refuses to give me one himself. Thanks Walter, laughter is the best medicine.
I'm thinking about someone and it makes my stomach turn and it makes my palms ache because I don't want to think about him. I can't sleep because I think about him and I keep hoping that these feelings will dissipate because nothing good will come of them. I won't say it out loud even to myself because I want to believe that I won't feel this way much longer.
I'm thinking about a lot of someones right now. I can't sleep because I'm thinking about all these someones. And my Dad is coming down to Tucson tomorrow. We're going to have an astronomy night. Finally.
I want tomorrow to come.
"C'mere little bro."
And when I obligingly sat down next to him he pulled me close and gave me the best sideways hug I've ever received. I melted into him and stayed there for a while. I'm so glad I've gotten to be his friend. He is an excellent older brother. In addition to waiting for me outside the bathroom after I was sick, checking my temperature, riding the CatTran home with me, and going to the pharmacy to bring me chicken noodle soup and cold medicine while I was asleep in bed, the hug made me complete. I trust him with everything that I am. Thanks, Matt. I love you.
I'm thinking about someone. Niki has asked me how I've been feeling every time I see her. I used to think she didn't care for me much. Thanks, Niki, I appreciate you.
I'm thinking about someone. Michael Trad (!!!) brought Pookers and Glynis to Seven Cups during my shift to hang out and have some Da Hong Pao this afternoon. I was so happy to see them I wish they could have stayed forever. Even when I broke a cup in the back Michael Trad helped distract me from feeling bad by getting excited about feeding brine shrimp to the clownfish. I have adopted him as my kid, even though technically he is Nicole's. He has a huge heart. Thanks, Michael Trad.
I'm thinking about someone. Annie McDonald, Brother Tolahcuot, whom I have not seen in far too long, wished me well in her LJ. Knowing that she spared a thought for me reminds me that I can be strong like her. She reminds me of Charlotte from that movie I watched so many times as a child. She sews secret messages about me in her web to remind me of what I can be. Thanks Annie, I love you. Its the little things, isn't it?
I'm thinking about someone. My sister Nikki, who is not at home right now, but probably playing guitar hero with Ben or teaching him how to solve a Rubic's cube, has taken very good care of me these past few days. I'm grateful to be living with her, and not only because she buys me lunch, makes me Peppermint tea, lets me share her kitty, calls Mom and lets her fuss over me on speakerphone so I can remember what its like to be cared for like a little kid with a fever, and shows me hilariously disturbing videos on YouTube. She remembers to pay rent, too :). Thanks Nikki, I love you.
I'm thinking about someone. I went over to Sam's place tonight but he was fast asleep the entire time I was there. I didn't see him at all, nor did I go over because of him. I was feeling lonely (and still pretty yucky) so I called Sam to find out where my Waldo ended up...and [Princess] Walter answered the phone instead. After harassing me for a while he invited me to go over for a movie because he was bored. I thought that was a fantastic idea, so I drove over with Ted. When I got there he scolded me for going out with wet hair and made me some tea, brought me a blanket and popped in "Best in Show" which we didn't watch. Instead, we laughed and talked and Ted and I made friends with his other company, Adam (who sports an scrumtralescent mini-ponytail and likes me better than the "B-word" because I have eyebrows) and Benjamin (who is from England and has an excellent sense of humor). I talked about Sam to Walter a little bit (or a lot) and jousted with him quip for quip. Walter told me I should get some sleep and he gave me two hugs after walking me to my car, one from him and one from Sam, because he refuses to give me one himself. Thanks Walter, laughter is the best medicine.
I'm thinking about someone and it makes my stomach turn and it makes my palms ache because I don't want to think about him. I can't sleep because I think about him and I keep hoping that these feelings will dissipate because nothing good will come of them. I won't say it out loud even to myself because I want to believe that I won't feel this way much longer.
I'm thinking about a lot of someones right now. I can't sleep because I'm thinking about all these someones. And my Dad is coming down to Tucson tomorrow. We're going to have an astronomy night. Finally.
I want tomorrow to come.