argh!

dizzy, woozy, cold rushing back!
not the full thing.
Just the woozy part, like yesterday was the headache part.
*waves cross around*
THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS THEE!
THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS THEE!
I CAST YOU OUT, EVIL SPIRIT!

A most excellent present

Thank you for the flowers, you know who you are. :)
Thanks to NHP for granting me a truly wonderful present: a day almost devoid of calls, where I could work on projects uninterrupted and leave at the end of the day happy and content.

*Breathe*

Sigh. I will have more to be thankful for later tonight, and you will all get to hear about it. Lucky you!

My god, it's full of stars....

A great end to a great day.
Delicious sushis from Hana.
Tasty wine both white (with the sushi) and red (afterwards).
New episode of Buffy.
Friends coming over to share the day.
Cool birthday present (which will make running more fun at the gym).
and what seems like a hundred well wishes from my friends.
Thank you one and all, for all the kind words. For the friendship and support. I can't think of a time in my life when I've felt happier, that I belonged somewhere, that I've felt so fucking sappy!

Thanks again,
And good night.

So beautiful...

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl, and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

I can't get down, and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl, and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife hel in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar, and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep, deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl, and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from yor bones
For the girl wyou have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl, and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee