.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 08 April 2009: Doc Holliday had White-Knight Syndrome. So, I heard from Jeremy (as my lovely mistress had said I might). I played nice, and we're speaking now. I generally figured that if I have let go, there is no reason for hostility. Of course, now I'm just waiting for the rest of my ex's to come out of the woodwork. I need to clean. I've gotten far to complacent with my clutter and messes. My kitchen and dining room are messy, and I never really did clean my room (way back then), I just straightened it up a bit and can't even tell now. Doc Holliday steals my dreams. Last night I dreamt that I was being hunted by someone, and he/she/it had me in concertina wire (that is the circular barbed wire, right?). I was trying to get out, but anyone who has ever had to work with it knows that if you're IN it, there is no painless way out. It caught on the inside of my right elbow (just like that time in real life, in '04 - but that was just carrying it, not being stuck IN it). I was frustrated and gave an exasperated "Isn't anyone going to try to help me?" when Doc Holliday walked in and said his "I'm your Huckleberry." - it went on in true fangirl-dream fashion as I said, "You will save the girl?" and he replied (of course) with "Say when." He gave a brief monologue about how beautiful I am, and his undying love for me, while stopping my arm from bleeding. My alarm went off just before the usual romance-movie kiss, but I suppose I expected that. My alarm is always a cock-block. =| There is always next time, I suppose. I miss my four on/three off schedule. I wish I could at least have my phone in the box outside work so I could get my text on throughout the night. Blah. I have to get ready for work. Grr. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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