I don't feel well enough to write, talk, walk, sit up, breathe deeply, eat, read, or listen. My eyes are now yellowyellow, not just yellow-at-the-edges. My face is yellow, especially around my eyes and forehead, and my chest is yellow. The rest of me is yellow-ish.
I'm alone all day while Eric's at work. I'm lonesome but only for Eric. Just waiting to see what happens. Kinda squinting at it... looking through one eye.
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I've been trying for four days to think of something to say that would make you smile....Would the mental image of a bucket full of aloha do it?
Yes, a bucket full of aloha would be lovely. :) Hi, Luana!
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