Today I ate a handful of little red cinnamon hearts and then promptly puked. After a night of insomnia, some crazy vertigo and a rolling stomach I decided to call it quits for the day at 11h30. If I can’t keep the cinnamon hearts down and on Valentine’s Day at that, what is the use of it all? So I came home, popped a gravol and slept like a baby. I woke to U busting in the house all worried about me. She almost gave me a heart attack. Apparently I didn’t sound so hot when I left her a message this morning and when she couldn’t get ahold of me (thanks to the gravol) she decided I was comatose or dead or something. I’m not the only crazy person around I see…. At least I know if I’m ever in danger of slipping into a coma she’s got a key and she knows how to use it.
We are trying to plan a getaway next month – trying to decide where to go. I wanted to go visit N in California, but there is no way I can down there without going to LA to see the family. Right now may not be the best time to go down there what with the situation being what it is- U wants to go to Cuba and sit on the beach all day, which I am totally down with. We’ll see what happens. All I know is I need some peace and some sun.
Valentine’s Day means “meh” to me, except an excuse for the above mentioned cinnamon hearts, but in honour of it (belatedly as it’s after midnight) I’ll post one of my favourite songs….
(I tried finding a version done by Sarah Vaughan that would embed but no luck – you’ll have to make do with Chaka)
And here are a few pictures of my loves:
Close-up of the newest member of the group!