Some days really suck

[pegkerr]

This is one of them.

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[loup_noir]

You've inspired me to try Spark and, thus far at least, it's been great.

I hope your day improves.

[snippy]

Oh no! Poor thing. I hope things improve quickly.

[buymeaclue.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. Would truffles help?

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

I've been eating Dove Special Dark Chocolate Hearts.

[buymeaclue.livejournal.com]

Good choice. Take care, okay?

[naomikritzer]

::hug::

[mayakda.livejournal.com]

(((hug)))

[kijjohnson.livejournal.com]

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody
And made my lips and music wed
Murmuring a wizard song for thee
There the Loves a circle go
The flaming circle of our days
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile
Lift up before to when they pass
Or only gaze a little while
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives
Roots half hidden under snows
Broken boughs and blackened leaves

For all thing turn to barenness
In the dim glass the demons hold
The glass of outer weariness
Made when God slept in times of old
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought
Flying, crying, to and fro
Cruel claw and hungry throat
Or else they stand and sniff the wind
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind
Gaze no more in the bitter glass

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
From joy and holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

My god, I've been listening to that all morning.

I will call you later today. I think I'm ready to talk.

[kijjohnson.livejournal.com]

I have meetings at 11, 1, 3, and 4-6 my time.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

Help me, Brute Squad. You're my only hope.

K.

[jbru.livejournal.com]

Oh, drat. I read this after having lunch an Kieran's. Sounds like it would have been a good day for some company.

[weaselmom.livejournal.com]

Taking a moment to think of you and wish you strength and calm for whatever struggle you fight today.

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

So sorry to hear it. Hope it gets better.

[nmalfoy.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. Were I there, I'd make you baked apples and cinnamon toast. Doesn't make the suckiness go away, but it is tasty. Maybe a hot toddy, too. Gangsta kitty agrees.

Um... want to hear a joke? That's about all I'm good for.

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Any jokes you got, send 'em my way.

[nmalfoy.livejournal.com]

A man, wearing very tight pants (esp. in the crotchular area and yes, I just made that up) goes into the pharmacy. He wanders around, trying to be casual and finally gets up the nerve to approach the pharmacist, a no-nonsense older lady.
"Yes, young man?"
He stammers a bit. "Do you, ah, do you have... er, Viagra here?"
She nods slowly. He finally gets up the nerve to go on.
"Can I, ah, get it over the counter?" he asks.
The pharmacist takes off her glasses, studying him. Finally she looks down at his crotch and nods thoughtfully.
"Maybe after seven or eight."

My dentist told me this! I embellished it but you get the idea.

[tesla-aldrich.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry to hear it. I send warm fuzzies in your general direction.

And sunset is now noticeably later in the evening, FWIW.