She who's winsome, she wins him

Life's been pretty good since Wicked! The Musical and the Jauntification. But still tired. Haven't done any exercise now for 6 weeks, apart from a bit of walking. Hmm.

Lab results came back inconclusive, except that I might have the start of Type II diabetes. I don't think so. Doctor doesn't think so. I hope not.

I've been listening to Wicked on my IPod all week to and from work.

This song is in my head:


ELPHABA
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl

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