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Kay's doctors informed me that she's definitely going to get better. She was awake today, only for a little bit, and they all have high hopes for her. One nurse went as far as to say it was a miracle, and while that sounds stupid I couldn't care less. I've never felt this relieved in so long. -
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I'm so glad that Chloe's safe. I hope that no one I know ever has to go through anything horrible again. Never ( Read more... ) -
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Why? Just why?
Poor Yvonne and poor Chloe. It shouldn't be like this, least of all for them. -
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Adonis's first official outing tomorrow night. *smiles* -
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I had a good weekend, and some very interesting discussion with some very talented musicians. Sometimes I'm not certain if I appreciate how lucky I am. I ended up discussing "finding words" and writing lyrics to music that you find is difficult to express in words. I was told that sometimes you have to look beyond what you normally do, and find out ( Read more... ) -
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At the end of the week I like to sit and think about what I've done. Could I have done it better? What shouldn't I have done ( Read more... ) -
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Some progress today so far. I've taken the day off, and spent most of it so far with Ella while everyone else was out. She's in the shower now, but she doesn't hate me any more. If she did hate me to start with, that is. Dislike. There you go ( Read more... ) -
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I'm hoping and praying for you, my sister. I don't know what happened, but I want you to be safe. -
Writer's Block: Bump In The Night
What are you afraid of?
Go on then, livejournal, I'll humour your front page. What could I possibly be afraid of?
The first answer is obvious. Butterball, but I'm only a little bit afraid of her.
The second comes after a moment of thought. I'm afraid of failure, though I think that fear comes to everyone at some point. I'm afraid of stepping forwards ( Read more... ) -
Phone call:
My younger sister called me today. Younger, not youngest. Apologised for not speaking to me sooner, and would I come to her wedding and would I be a bridesmaid?
*raises eyebrows*
Then when asked "What about our mother" I was replied with a well-rehearsed "It's my life, not hers."
*raises eyebrows more*