tired and drained like you wouldn't believe
tired and drained like you wouldn't believe
Little one, Fate might miscarry.
Little one, why do you tarry?
Little one, When May I marry you?
My little one.
Feel I am trying to catch up - sort of being torn between so many interesting things and attempting to tackle each of them, one at a time....I will get there...I think, there is 'hope', if I don't let myself get overwhelmed.
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Tired but had to work. Oops!
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
Tired, tired, and did I mention tired?
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
Happy&Sad
Happy because my friend went to do pilgrimage in Mecca. Sad because i'm not there with her.
Quite funny, mercy mankind. By Allah's grace we would attend next year.
Am feeling cool, but still tired!
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
I know it is funny to be happy&sad at the same timeOriginally Posted by muhsin
, but that's my feelings. And Ameen.
Physically terrible - found out now I contracted an actual bladder infection...I am on antibiotics. I think the doctor's nurse actually gave this to me, giving me a treatment; she could have been more sanitary. I am disgusted with doctors, insurance, and my drugstore! I have 'medical rage' right now!
Mentally, I am sort of elated; guess I am a split personality here..haha. I meet a few more very nice friends online. I know this is what keeps me going; I always value my frienships above all else...well that is, except my family, especially my grand-daughter who I am starting to miss again; she is now #1 in my heart, along side my son.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
soOo Busy
Sore.I just slipped on the floor at bottom of stairs and hit my back off the corner of the wall (sharp corner) between the shoulder blades before i hit the floor. My back is really really sore.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Anxious!
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
aww, that stinks, Niamh. I hope you feel better soon.Sore.
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
Not happy at all...with all the problems I have with this house I found out yesterday that there is some sort of...mould I think, in my wardrobe which ruined 2 of my coats!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain
Thanks Weisin! I think i've just lightly bruised the blade. i've no external marks anymore so prob just the bone.
Sleepy. I so wanted a lie in!!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
Weird...can't really put my finger on it though..
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
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