methinks it's an after effect of much emotional upheavel and general distaste for my life and all that it beholds.
The last 2 nights I have had the house to myself which has allowed me to run to and from the bathroom all night, cough open and freely in the wee hours of the morning, and make god awful sounds expelling green mucus into my oh so floral handkerchiefs.
The upside of being alone is being able to parade around in socks and flip flops with boxers and a hoodie with wild bed head, and noone is around to cast judgement or point out the inappropriateness of my attire.
I am in the process of trying to train the cat to make me cups of tea and brew me some soul mending broth.
For anyone who has met the farine, you will know she aint doing nothing for noone!
So she just sits by my side and bites me on occasion if I pat her too much... that's true love.