Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I Still Want the White Dress, the Party and the Promise.

Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep. 

Hiatus time here folks.  Tired, but can't sleep.  White dresses, parties and promises haunt. As do all specters they, like the hope of sleep, evaporate with the light of day.

Back when I get myself sorted out.

5 comments:

shadp said...

How mysterious - spectres of white dresses, parties, and promises - all evaporating? Sounds a bit poignant and I hope you're ok.

David.

thisismary said...

Oh!  David! Smile! Thank you for the concern!

Please forgive me, but I am wallowing here in self manufactured drama and I just don't have the energy to write in my journal. :: She said as she wanly raised one hand to her brow and precipitated to her fainting couch. ::  

Please don't worry, shortly, I will get tired of myself and come back to writing hopefully with more cheer than the last one! Hugs!

delela1 said...

Mary take as much time as you need...but not too long.  ~Dona

rachealcarol said...

I'm just sending you a ((( hug ))) Mary cos I think you need one.  I hope your back soon. xxR

thisismary said...

rachaelcarol,  thank you!   :-)