Pick-me-up
It was difficult hosting lunch and dinner for my children. Both times I thought they were gonna get me so emotional. I didn't take any Happy Pills and I did it. I didn't turn oily.
I was spectacular. That is what I want them to remember me by. I am outstanding.
Yes, I may have walked into the door a few times, I may have neighbouring bell team bang the bell cart on my face and I stay swollen and hidden the entire evening, I may have had some pretty amusing stories about falling down and what it was like 6 years ago and now.
My pick-me-up yesterday was a McLaren. It was 6 minutes of time-out from this mess I used to call my desk. It was a welcomed walk out of my lobby (yesterday the lobby was still mine) into the drizzle.
Thank you for everything. For that Flip I hold in my hand, for that obsolete device, for the encouragement, for the silence, for the understanding, for the warmth.
Thank you.
I was spectacular. That is what I want them to remember me by. I am outstanding.
Yes, I may have walked into the door a few times, I may have neighbouring bell team bang the bell cart on my face and I stay swollen and hidden the entire evening, I may have had some pretty amusing stories about falling down and what it was like 6 years ago and now.
My pick-me-up yesterday was a McLaren. It was 6 minutes of time-out from this mess I used to call my desk. It was a welcomed walk out of my lobby (yesterday the lobby was still mine) into the drizzle.
Thank you for everything. For that Flip I hold in my hand, for that obsolete device, for the encouragement, for the silence, for the understanding, for the warmth.
Thank you.
posted by Shine at 4/15/2006 09:25:00 AM
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