Last thread locked: Don't sell the dreams you should be keeping.....

Here are the rest:

The beginning
Does this sound like early MLC?
Walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the road is
A golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on
Walk on...
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

The middle
Nightime slows, rainbows splash rainbows
Perhaps someone you know could sparkle and shine
As daydreams slide to colour from shadow....
Picture the moonglow, that dazzles my eyes

Dreams of sights, of sleigh rides in seasons
Where feelings, not reasons, can make you decide
As leaves pour down, splash autumn on gardens
As colder nights harden, their moonlight delights

Just lying smiling in the dark
Shooting stars around your heart
Dreams come bouncing in your head
Pure and simple every time
Now you're crying in your sleep
I wish you'd never learned to weep
Don't sell the dreams you should be keeping.....

I don't have much news to report. We are moving offices next week so that's going to be really busy, and then have a really important meeting the following week. H may respond to the D papers sometime over the next couple of weeks. It was wierd sending the papers off, but it almost seems as though it's happening outside myself as I don't need to be personally involved in it. It's a very detached kind of feeling. No word from H this week- I think it's three or four weeks of NC (four?) but am not completely sure, which I think can only be a good sign.

On Friday there was a party after work in the penthouse and I worked out why none of the 'hot' guys in the office across the hall have asked me out in spite of an incredible amount of being friendly on my part. ('Hot' because they're hottish, not on fire ;\) ) They ALL think I'm married to, or in an R with, CEO. So I set them straight on that count. The party was good- you can't go wrong with strawberries and a chocolate fountain, IMHO. Next week said hot guys are bringing in champagne so we can have a goodbye to me party. I felt like saying to them that they shouldn't bother with champagne but bring me sperm instead. Thank goodness I didn't because that would probably have sounded a bit wierd! ;\)