Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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Coming round from an Endoscopy...
in hospital after recovering from sedatives that kicked in a little too late. There were four other patients, all females, in the room. One of them aged around 30 was awake and rady to get out of the place. The other two were sleeping I just sat up in bed, staring, feeling something oddly bizarre, soemthing which can't quite be described in words. I was sick, starving (was made to fast for 24 hours), really fuzzy in the head with a throat feeling like scorching sandpaper. And yet - for some reason I felt peaceful.
I suppose it was because I thought I was dying. The alleged-tumor-growth-whatever turned out to be something much milder. Why should I have felt happy at the thought of dying? Goa alone knows. Another time would be when lazy days in the sun at College - but that's another story.
( , Tue 15 Mar 2005, 20:54, Reply)
in hospital after recovering from sedatives that kicked in a little too late. There were four other patients, all females, in the room. One of them aged around 30 was awake and rady to get out of the place. The other two were sleeping I just sat up in bed, staring, feeling something oddly bizarre, soemthing which can't quite be described in words. I was sick, starving (was made to fast for 24 hours), really fuzzy in the head with a throat feeling like scorching sandpaper. And yet - for some reason I felt peaceful.
I suppose it was because I thought I was dying. The alleged-tumor-growth-whatever turned out to be something much milder. Why should I have felt happy at the thought of dying? Goa alone knows. Another time would be when lazy days in the sun at College - but that's another story.
( , Tue 15 Mar 2005, 20:54, Reply)
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