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Singing in La La Waitland

...One last playdate tonight at CD22 for me...

The thought that keeps bubbling throughout the day is that no amount of laughing, standing, climbing up or down the stairs or sudden movements will take away the outcome.

Come on, what is mine WILL have to come to me, no matter what happens, right?



^WiseGuy^
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  1. Clare23 January 2010 at 23:41

    Right. I am the same. But at the end of the day... whatever will be will be. Moving around and just living ain't gonna change it. Wishing the best for you.

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  2. egghunt24 January 2010 at 00:48

    yeah, covering yourself in cotton wool only makes the time in waitland seem longer. Crossing my fingers for you that you get good news!

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  3. Sunny24 January 2010 at 03:43

    Absolutely -- sometimes we need to let our rational selves rule, or we could go mad trying to control something that has already been determined. GOOD LUCK!

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  4. Jamie26 January 2010 at 07:46

    I agree with Sunny - sometimes we DO need to let our rational selves rule. What ever 'rational' we have left anyway!

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  5. one-hit_wonder30 January 2010 at 04:54

    oy, i'm far behind but you're on my mind.

    xxx

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