Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,

I can't believe this! I just came in the office, turned on the TV, (normally I don't turn it on until later in the day), and because I left it on WE last night, up pops another wonderful old movie. Cary Grant, Deborah Kerr, Robert Mitchum, The Grass is Greener, and I've never seen it. I adore Cary Grant. Although this plot seems kind of stupid and corny, but it's still fun. The costumes are sooooooo beautiful. I would so love to have a dress like this gorgeous, orange and pink, floral gown, and the jewelry, but then of course I'd have to have a body to go with it, sigh. I am really loving this channel.

I'm still sick, when aren't I though? My doctor told me to keep taking these antibiotics for another two weeks and she also gave me a nasal spray. Argh. I wonder if I could have prevented all of this flu/cold cycling if I'd had a flu shot last fall. I tried to, but they were all out. At least my blood pressure wasn't up so I've managed to stave off the more hard core blood pressure medicine for another few weeks at least.

Scott has been a bit distant and preoccupied lately. I understand but my little girly heart is feeling insecure. I had nightmares about him last night. In the dream we had gone to a movie in Westwood but we somehow got separated. It was raining and there were crowds of people all around. I was trying to find him, but he had the tickets. I asked the usher if I could get in to see if he was in the theatre but he wouldn't let me in. I went to the box office and asked if Scott had left the ticket for me there, but he hadn't. Finally I snuck in and sat down. I was looking around and then I saw him a few rows ahead of me. We met in the back of the theatre and then something went wrong and he was leaving me. I followed him out. It was raining and he was walking ahead of me. This woman came up to him and said something then he was kissing her. He looked back at me as if to say, "See, there, need any more proof, I'm through with you." I was so crushed and hurt.

I called him and he said he'd been trying to reach me all day yesterday. Then he said some really sweet things that I would love to gossip about here, but now that he's got a journal, I can't.

Ala looks awful, delicate, thin, weak. I spent all night cuddling with her, worrying about her. Please send healing prayers and positive thoughts, I'm really worried.

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