The Impossible Dream
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''To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go, to right the unrightable wrong, to love, pure and chaste, from afar; to try when your arms are too weary; to reach the unreachable star. This is my Quest---to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far, to fight for the right without question or pause'' (The Impossible Dream - lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh)
Nightskye 2004 Tempest's Nanowrimo
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Blah. I feel so achy and tired. I could not get out of bed this morning. I feel like there's this haze of fog in my head. I'm going to the bank for the office at lunch, but I forgot my book. Grrrr. So I'm eating my chicken noodle soup with saltines dunked in before I go out so I'm not tempted to buy crap. Although I'm really getting sick of ginger ale and soup. As it is, I can only eat half a can of soup before I start to feel ill.I put all four pieces of my sweater together last night. Now I just have to sew up the arm seams and the sides. Then I've got to knit the collar and it will be all done. My teacher said she doesn't think it's going to fit me and that kinda sucks. But it's not going to stop me from wearing it. (Oh, I'll make it fit . . .) It's so toasty warm and soft. I'm not sure how it can't fit. I was on gauge (I think anyway) and it's long on me. Oh well, I'll lock the cats up in the bedroom tonight and spread it out on the kitchen table to finish it. Or at least finish sewing it. I saw a really yummy salad on 30 Minute meals the other night. It's chopped escarole with red onions tossed in a homemade vinagrette and topped with cannolini beans. I'm also addicted to baked garbanzo beans. You basically drain some canned chickpeas, then mix them with your favorite flavoring spice (Mine is Dulce paprika), then bake them until their crunchy. Good Stuff! Low fat, high protein. Purge was driving us home from work last night. He had a temp job down the street from my office. Sadly it was only one day, and he finished really early. But he did a great job and they were really impressed with him. So while he was waiting for me to get out of work, he went to Lowes and got some paint sample cards so we can decide on what color to paint the spare room. Anyway, I got really hungry on the drive home and since I hadn't eaten much (since Friday when we both got sick), I needed to have one of those Kentucky Fried Chicken boxes of death. You know the ones they advertise with pretty much one of everything? Nightskye calls it a heart attack in a box. Well, Purge decides that's probably not the best thing to have with our delicate constitutions at the moment. I'm so glad he's the brains of the outfit. He talked me into the salad bar at the A&P to keep me from crying in the car. All was well.
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