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[gerbie]

no motivation to write.

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[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

:) I'll try to talk Betty into letting them take pics of us.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

Go on, convince her, would be a laugh. Not only to see you sit there, but also the faces of people entering and then see you sit there...

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

I'll let you know after we do it. Send you pics... if you like.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

Great! (how do we manage to get this thread to 735 comments?)

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Is that the record?

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

It will be by the time we're done.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Hehe... that's good. Maybe we can get published for it. What are we up to now?

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, a few dozen I guess. Haven't checked. I answer comments from my e-mail.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Me too. Maybe I'll check at some point when it's not past my bedtime.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

Another one still staring at the screen when bed would be more appropriate. I know the idea.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Yeah... it happens a lot. It's just that it's so much more interesting than sleeping.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

One of my favourite singers, Herbert Grönemeyer once worded it very nice: Ruhe gibt es genug nach dem tod, i.e. there's plenty of rest after you've died. I think I agree.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Haha... okay then. I'll save the resting for later.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

Much later I hope.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Heh. I have days... but for now, it can hold off. As long as someone will stick around and hold my hand after I go blind.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

How certain is that last fact and have you been given a timepath?

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

It will happen. I don't know when yet. I will find out more sometime this week when I see the specialist. The recent hemhorage indicates (I think) that it will be sooner than I had hoped.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

We better rush this conversation towards the 735 (was it that amount?) comments then. Or do you have a keyboard in braille?

On a more serious note: I assume we're still talking years here, perhaps decades, not months...

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

I don't know, really. I hope to know soon, that's for sure.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

Scary thought. You seem fairly cool through it though.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA. That because you're not here to watch my periodic freakouts. I have these little panic attacks about retarded things like not being able to crochet, or not being able to see what my clothes look like... it's weird. It's the little stuff that freaks me out the most.

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

Which seems perfectly normal to me. As it is the little things that make you realise how important big things are. Am I talking gibberish already? Let me just quote a nice song that springs to mind:

Before I met you baby
the little things in life just passed me by
the sound of children laughing
the tune of a forgotten lullaby

I am quoting by heart, not that it matters much. I think you get the idea. It is by a band called Green on Red by the way.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

You're making lots of sense. I'm not familiar with that group, but the lyrics are nice...

[gerbie.livejournal.com]

I once taped an album by them once, but they really opened my eyes with an acoustic session for the Dutch radio. 3 songs and all as brilliant as I could imagine. Somehow they never made many more albums, nor have I bothered searching for them. I guess they must have split up by now. Most bands from the late eighties have.

[sarahcarotte.livejournal.com]

Yes, most bands from the late eighties have. *chuckle*

Are you sure it was just once? :P