I should be sleeping, I suppose, but I took some meds for a killer headache I've had the past few days, and it's made me so sleepy that I can't even move the three feet from my desk to my bed. Oh well. I'll be Facebook-stalking for a couple hours tonight.
I miss my little butterfly.
You got to leave me now, you gotta go alone
You gotta chase a dream, one that's all your own
Before it slips away
When you're flying high, take my heart along
I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
That you'll learn to play
I know the sky is calling; Angel, let me help you with your wings
When you're soaring through the air, I'll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare, I'll still be there
When you come back down
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Sorry about the ache in your head. We missed you at the shark party.
And I know nothing about Nickel Creek until I clicked the link, but I thought the lead singer looked like Doogie Howser. Is that bad?
Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry about the headache and about the butterfly
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Hi Mr. M! I missed being there with all of you. :( But I guess it's better than having gotten in an accident or something. And as for Nickel Creek, yes, I suppose he does look a bit like Doogie. And no, that's not a bad thing. :)
woodsong, it is okay. My head will heal and my butterfly needs to dry out its wings and start flying again, anyway. It'll come back, though. It always does.
I wuv you.
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