Dale my love my light the fire of my loins and laughing is home he is home sweet Jesus he is home home home he and I we are the luckiest luckiest people not everyone finds love so many people I know have never found true love how blessed is he is we we are blessed blessed Dale take her hands in your hands and look her right in the eye and repeat after me to have and to hold Benny was the preacher embarrassed us both with his sexual fervor in Dale's parents' yard.
i am sick of being sick. i want blue sandals. i will probably go and buy them. the work on the bathroom is finished. i am alert and awake enough to notice the weather. and it sucks. i want to go to whole foods and the shoe store. i want dale to go with me. and that's all i'm doing today, most likely. i had another migraine last night. and then an episode with my chest/breathing probably anxiety but came with instant imperative nausea. it was only terrible a few minutes, but my chest hurt when i breathed. in out in out dale listened i wasn't bubbly my chest still hurt this morning but then it often does especially during this flu my collarbones hurt and my wrists my wrists my blah blah blah.
god was good enough to draw me closer this morning. i have not believed in him she them it at all the last few days. too sick to care. read my morning devotion and morning song. seemed appropriate after my dream of church please listen please let me help church church. and i wasn't trying to preach. i was just trying to be useful, to teach, and it was a total i was a total flop.