Can't So Much As Breathe

I have never in my life hurt so much while coughing, standing, sitting, sneezing, peeing, squatting, stretching, laughing, hell any teeny eeny weeny moving of any kind. I can jab a finger any random where, and it hurts. If I wasn't so sore, I'd admit that some small part of me is enjoying this "good pain". I might also, strangle she who got me into this mess in the first place.

Ann is Legal

Is that a glint in her eye from spanking new freedom?
That's definitely tiredness plastered on my face. Pretty.

And the winner is...
What can I say? Dancing may help,
but to find the energy to begin with...

Those were the pics I got.
Couldn't get off my arse to take more.

That's not to say there aren't more amazing ones. Ann's, Josh's and Liz's all work treats.

Hello Memory

You taste as new as the day you were born.

Today, I felt the feather you swore you plucked off the most ferocious duck as being the closest thing next to the bird itself you could send to me which I recieved there those many moons ago and snuck anxiously through customs here, against my face. All that time after, and it is just as soft, as fresh. All that time after, all that time.