Ohyeah.

[greenstorm]

Definitely a sick, rather than a nervous or a hyper. My poor tummy. Also my poor brain. It doesn't do well when I can't eat.

Agenda for tonight almost complete: conversate*, bow out of kayak building, marinate in a hot bathtub with oil and peppermint, scrub with green rosemary branches (rosemary is for rememberance), talk to someone perhaps, and then sleep.

Graham, it would rock my world if you got a hold of me via telephone before 2pm tomorrow, and ideally tonight. Don't worry about waking me.

*Why do I love this 'word' so much? Estry, this is your fault.

Comments

[estrellada.livejournal.com]

it's an awkward version of communication, the talk you do while thinking "my lips would be better employed exploring the contours of your torso" or, depending on the person "why can't your spleen just explode so I can leave?" it's very special when this is all occuring at once.

[khamura.livejournal.com]

It's even more special* when the latter happens during the former.


*For "special" = "messy".

[estrellada.livejournal.com]

spleentasm!

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

YUMMY SPLEEN!

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

See, this is fantastic for masochists. I know. Oh, I know! *Maniacal laughter*

[babboo.livejournal.com]

"Conversate" is a great word.

You know it is wrong and yet you are drawn to it. It's the rebel in you fighting to get out. :)

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

You are so right.

Do you remember the conversatron?

[skiddlyboo.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better soon.