i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
`Cause it's time that will tell this tale

i have come to conclusion that i need computers. i'll explain . . .

Friday i went shopping with My Sweet Rabid Darling for pretties to turn the head of her man (not that she seems to need to do much of anything to turn that head of his . . .). We had a lot of fun, even if Lunch With Louis� was a little too early for all three of us.

My Fridays are usually spent at Mom's Washiteria and Do-It-Yourself Internet Cafe�, online maintaining and catching up on various pages, signing guestbooks, corresponding with the world, and chatting. It's a relaxing day. It�s a totally plugged-in day. By the time i slowed down and Abby left for Dallas i was sitting there aching for a keyboard. It was worse that a nic fit. Worse still than even a caff fit. i knew there was a serious problem when i almost went into a panic attack for want of a cyber fix.

Then, Saturday, i never got my caffeine so i stayed in bed and read a book and played with Roni off and on all day. We slept in and lazed about and it was nice. But i had to turn on my little sad computer just to hear the soft whir and i let Roni play Solitaire and Mine Sweeper for a while. Then she played and typed letters in Paintbrush. Ahhh . . . the sharp clicks and soft tapping of mouse and keyboards! i am truly sick.

"Whipping Boy" ~ Train
"Lay all you want on me, i'll be your whipping boy."


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confessed on 2001-05-20