Blurbs for the early afternoon

My Mikey, I love you

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I seem to be the designated party for dealing with feeling bad, phsyically. This stupid bronchitis needs to leave me be. My chest hurts, I have that pressure thing in my head again, and I’m just fatigued, in general.

Bitch bitch gripe gripe moan moan complain complain.

K, now I THINK that’s all out of my system.

Mikey’s in super-sensitive mode today, and it beats me as to WHY he is. Maybe he had a bad dream or something. I don’t recall being a bitch this morning…but so often, I am one.

Mama is coming into town in a bit. We will go visit Memaw, and then I’ll do my best to persuade her to visit Nanny, because I need to get my lawnmower back. Knowing Mama, she’ll just want to get it and go. I think that’s rude!

Anyway, I’m just feeling kinda BLAAAAAAAAAAAH today, again. What’s up with this shit? I don’t get it! At least I feel good, moodwise. A little confused, but pretty decent.

No doubt, somebody in here will update later. Until then….

Love to all,

Betty Louise

Phoenix poet

May 20, 2006

Feel better soon sweetie. Take some Nyquil or something like that. It will really help, when David gets sick, he lives off the stuff. You have to get better to have a happy birthday! Lots of love and chicken soup John

lolamae

RYN Tell Mikey that the only way Malcolm is going to find out is if Eddrick requests a visit. The casework and therapist would rather deal with it in therapy before Eddrick gets the chance to spring it on him on a visit. I doubt if the man will request a visit, since it has been over a year since he has seem Malcolm.