My dearest Rocky,
The book is just my thoughts, kinda of like this, except I bring it with me everywhere. Writing down my thoughts at work, I can write them while I'm on the floor. No one tells me no there, the costumers love me enough to wait until I finish my thought. It's usually just a few seconds wait, because I leave in the middle of a sentence, singing the rest of it in the back of my brain until there is no more line. No more duty to fulfill.
As it turns out, I don't need surgery. My gallbladder is normal, as is my liver. I should be completely thrilled about this, and believe me, I am. At the same time, I'm crushed because I still don't know what's causing my pain and making me sick. Kellie and Tom think it's a great idea for me to eat yogurt for a few weeks... I think it's bogus. It's not really going to help. Doctors are bogus. I seriously could diagnosis myself without wasting all this money. All I need is the equipment.
I saw Alice in Wonderland in IMAX 3D, early this morning (around 12:15am) and I thought it was good. Johnny Depp could've played the Mad Hatter a little better. That's all I'll tell you because I don't want to spoil it for you for when you see it.
Your compliments about my writing made me smile profoundly. I love your writing too. You, too, are poetic. We should make a book together (not with the added LOTR, and million bands in it). Combine our stories, make millions cry, make them smile, make them believe that best friends can do anything together (even have adventures) from a distance. I pretend I'm in different places all the time. Reality is just to unreal for me. I close my eyes and I am in a field in the 1900's, dancing in my shift barefoot. Letting the dirt crust my feet. It's cold and comforting. That is my happy place. I am free there. Free from the real world. You are there, dancing as well, as is Tom.
Have you ever thought that you were born in the wrong century? Maybe that is what our book could be about. Us in real life, and Us in the 1900's? What do you think? How would it go? We could be immortal on the pages of the book, even when we in fact aren't immortal ourselves. Not like stupid vampires, like pages of two best friends, in two different centuries, together but apart. You get what I'm saying?
I best end this before I fall asleep on the keyboard. I'm so sleepy from last night.
I loved the video of you and Claire that P3t3y put up... It made everything feel better. I love you guys so much, and I don't know what I would do without you. Even if you are not here physically, it's the thought of you guys that keeps me going through the days. You, P3t3y, Claire, Tom and Gymmy (Whom I've been texting like crazy ever since I got his new cell phone number.)
Can't wait to hear back...
LOVE YOU SISTER FROM ANOTHER MISTER!
~Jenny
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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