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    Friday, February 18, 2005

    Pollyanna

    Sunday morning rain is falling
    Steal some covers share some skin
    Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
    You twist to fit the mold that I am in
    But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
    And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
    That someday it would lead me back to you
    That someday it would lead me back to you

    That may be all I need
    In darkness she is all I see
    Come and rest your bones with me
    Driving slow on Sunday morning
    And I never want to leave

    Fingers trace your every outline
    Paint a picture with my hands
    Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
    Change the weather still together when it ends

    That may be all I need
    In darkness she is all I see
    Come and rest your bones with me
    Driving slow on Sunday morning
    And I never want to leave

    But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
    Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
    Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
    Find a way to bring myself home to you

    And you may not know
    That may be all I need
    In darkness she is all I see
    Come and rest your bones with me
    Driving slow


    No, that's not the name of the song. It's not even a name. Well, not quite. Rather, it's me at this moment now. Pollyanna - a person regarded as being foolishly or blindly optimistic.

    This is rather inconsistent with my usual moody and grim self but the reasons for my upbeatness are aplenty. For one, it's a Friday, which means it's the end of the school week, which means I get to go home, which also means I don't have to go to face school for the next whole WEEK!

    I love holidays!!

    Ok, I know it won't be much of a holiday anyway because it's more of a study break but at least I get breaks from studying too!

    And with a song like "Sunday Morning" playing on my laptop, I have no room to feel gloomy. Which is why it's on repeat mode and which is why I am smiling to myself now.

    Oh, not to forget, although I'm down with a horrible sore throat, blocked nose and ears and just recovered from a fever, I feel I'm on my way to a speedy recovery. Or at least, I am doing everything I can to make myself well - vitamin C, lotsa fluid, lotsa fruits and NO SNACKING. I'm so proud of myself. All I've eaten today is porridge. Ten points to me for being a good girl. Another ten points for cleaning out my hamsters' cages and vacuuming my room today. No, make that twenty.

    So that's 30 points for Pollyanna-Joy!

    Anyway, before I get carried away with my foolish sanguinity, I'd better get down to some work to earn more points. Hee...

    [Time of Confession] 7:53 PM
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