The sentimental Fool

of late, ive not been sleeping well. im tired, but when i lay down to sleep, an entire truckload of thoughts just cross my mind. then i enter a world of strange dreams and surreal reality, where i feel im almost exsiting. and i meet people i know or hardly know and have encounters with them-which in real life if it did happen would bring me up to cloud 9. unfortunately, i wake up, realising its all my imagination, and it feels like ive never rested at all.

ive got a nice bed though. a nice room. I think its God's gift to me. a huge double bedroom with some hugh quality mattress, white cotton sheets with lace trimmings at the end. a thick and warm duvet. sheer white translucent curtains over white window panes. biege carpet floor. dark rosewood bedside drawers. a single white lily in a glass, at the window. u get the picture. It's a great comfort during this time. thank you...

clinics was cancelled. Frging consultant didnt show up. consultants. i had walked 45 min to the hospital. and now, i sit in the SL without the book i need. what a day, seriously..
i feel like waiting for lunch time, but then again, why wait when u know the invite might not come?

last night i prayed for 2 really sweet things, the 1st will be of no meaning if said. the 2nd goes something like this:
"Dear Lord, please snuggle up my loved ones with loads of warmth and tender love, just like you've kept me warm in my blanket. Because it's always nice to feel loved, and i want them to feel loved. i want them to be happy..."

im going home to sleep and get some TLC.