I’m done for now. Just done. Boys and drama and feelings. No one needs them. I can’t be bothered having them. It always amounts to nothing. I’m just going to sleep. And go to work. And be tired and read my book. And pay no attention to anyone ever again.
I’ve been tired the last two days, been doing much too much at work. Been walking far too quickly. I feel like I’m on steroids. When I’ve slept (properly) I am the top of the spectrum. I can do anything and I will. But I stop for a moment and it’s all gone. I’m so… Continue reading Tired and Untrustworthy
I love books. Not all of them. Some are hard to read and others are dreadfully dull. There are 4 checks that make a good story for me. Not necessarily because the story is actually any good. I’m just very boring. 1. First person narrative. It’s easier to be totally immersed (for me) if it… Continue reading Detective Inspector Me
It’s like some kind of awful torture. No biscuits..I mean really. Okay so. I went to the dentist. I have to have 6 fillings. And go to the hospital, get put to sleep and have two teeth taken out including and abscess because it’s caused damage to my jaw bone. I am shitting my pants. … Continue reading Coffee without biscuits
Or anywhere at all. A real post. Longer than five words. I shall state this has nothing to do with Vegas. I feel crowded, much like Vegas. Like people are swarming through and around my streets and I’m required to provide a form of happy entertainment. But i also feel entirely alone. As everyone is… Continue reading The Worst Thing About Vegas
But Its so much more comfortable than laying down. I’m better than yesterday. I can breath and stand and sit up without dying. I want to bath but that’s such a bad idea. I need to do things.but I have work so I also need to sleep. While I can. Life.. is not what I… Continue reading I Loath This Just Sitting Here.
I’m laid down This was my first mistake. The second was laying the wrong way. And the third was laying too close to the edge. I need to pee and I’ve been laying here. Crying. For the last twenty minutes. I can’t get up. I’ve been trying. To pull my self. To roll. To just… Continue reading I’m stuck