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[honeyandvinegar]

Today is hard. Whole WEEKEND's been. I'm still getting hit hard with dizzy-spells, duh-ness, sloth and uselessness. My writing-bug's never been happier for some reason, but if I'm not typing, I'm completely deadened up

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[lisabellex]

*hugs you*

If you were here, I'd take us both out for a walk up the hill, through the park (with the view over the city) and down the other side into town. Then we'd go to BTP, where we'd sit outside drinking latte (me) and chai latte (you) and have a good old girly gossip. The weather would be fine and warm, of course, and a busker would be playing his accordian nearby, giving the place a bit of a Parisian feel.

Then we'd walk back up the hill (good exercise!) and come home for a nice, home-cooked meal.

Now close your eyes and imagine it all, and just see if you don't end up smiling.

*hugs you*

x

[honeyandvinegar]

Oh, you got me smiling the second I started reading. How loverly it'd be! Of course, as I'm sure it'd happen, Lij and Josh would be there, hands on the table, close enough to brush their fingertips together--a small tease, lil' whispers of luvvv. We'd get to watch of course, and f*&k ME if I'd be droopy and braindead. Well, maybe a BIT braindead, as I'd lose control of my salivary glands, jaw and speech. Nothing but "Da da glaaab... *drip drip*" Lol!

Love you so, hunnybunch. *squishy-squooze*

[lisabellex]

Hehe! Lij and Josh would deffo be there, of course, and sat at the table next to ours *sighs at their ill-concealed stalkage*, so we'd be able to hear every word, every heartfelt sigh. *g*

Then we'd invite them back to partake of the home-cooked meal, and they'd be looking for somewhere to stay, of course, so yay. :) They'd be really cool with the fact that you write them (they knew it already, of course!) and would insist on acting out some of their favourite scenes from Tahitian Moon for us, after dinner. Oh, the joy!

Love you, too, hons.

*big hugs*

:D

[honeyandvinegar]

It'll pass. I've just got to get ahead of these meds. They've struck me down sumfin fierce. *sighs and gladly accepts warm hugs*

[romeny]

Sorry you're feeling poorly today. You are probably too hard on yourself; you're only human and it sounds like you're burning out and sleep deprived. I wish I was there to take your son for a few hours so you could rest up a bit. *hugs*

[honeyandvinegar]

Gosh, no... sleep's actually been okay. It's the meds, the thyroid business. It's messing with my head and activity-level. I'm hoping to get out of the funk, and soon.

*loves up* Thanks, sweets.

[sayhello]

So sorry to hear you're having such a hard time. I sure hope it all levels out soon, and that you're back to your old chipper self!

Take care of yourself!

Hewene

[honeyandvinegar]

Me too, dagnabit. Thanks, love. *hugs*!

[shirebound]

It must be incredibly tough to be a working mom, especially in times like these. I hope the coming months bring you happier days and lots of rest.

[honeyandvinegar]

Eh, that's just it, though; my work schedule's pretty slim. It's just that my head isn't on right. I'm slipping behind with the meds and stuff crammed into my brain. Oh, sigh. I shall live. *kiss*