pandara

She woke up this morning cold and achy.
She decided the migrane must now be menegitis, or a brain tumor, or fibromyalgia.
She thinks that she is sure something is wrong.
She get her water and drops her flower essenses (blaze improved, #3 and #4) into the glass.
She is in a whirwind of thought.
She is growing and changing and expanding her physical, spiritual and social self.
She can't stand all the constant chatter in her head.
So... she thinks of purple
She thinks of her purple world.

Then she thinks of that lovely 80's song.
She thinks of lips like sugar and she wants them to be purple.

Then she realizes that she doesn't get enough sleep.
She needs a new bed.