Morbid
For the first time in many years, I will be
traveling without D. This is dismaying. I want to go,
want to spend the weekend with my beloved friend Moira,
after so long apart, while she has gone through such
high water. Moby knows the bags mean disruption, and he
had to touch his nose all over my face this
morning, has been intermittently disdainful of his food, moody, bothered.
I want make sure D knows to post here if I die
in a crash, or whatever. Yes, I am always morbid
when I travel. I want to sleep late, but cannot.
traveling without D. This is dismaying. I want to go,
want to spend the weekend with my beloved friend Moira,
after so long apart, while she has gone through such
high water. Moby knows the bags mean disruption, and he
had to touch his nose all over my face this
morning, has been intermittently disdainful of his food, moody, bothered.
I want make sure D knows to post here if I die
in a crash, or whatever. Yes, I am always morbid
when I travel. I want to sleep late, but cannot.
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Posted by Zhoen on Thursday, October 11, 2007
6 comments:
Travel hopefully Z.
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But you should always leave your audience wanting more.
I always think I'm going to die when I travel too
Big hugs and sleeping-in-late to the pair of you. Try not to crash, please.
I've told Tom to let you all know if I die too! He says he's not sure how but there'll be someone who can tell him.
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