Why do bad days always shovel in as much strife as possible? Why?
For fuck's sake.
I am working for five organisations/publications now and the phone won't stop ringing and I cannot recall who is who but they all obviously think I can recall exactly which John, Mike and Katie is which – they say "Hello" and then pause. They think I am sitting here just waiting for their call.
*scream*
One of the stories I am researching is heartbreaking and it has made me cry. It's about people dying suddenly. Excellent.
Oh Ms. Mellifluous, you make me laugh. I read your comments at nmj's from yesterday and I was giggling to no end. And then I came here and giggled some more, not that your content today was particularly funny. Sorry about that.
ReplyDeletePlease heal up -- your fatigue, your puffiness, your stitches and all in between and outside of that.
Hey, Witnessing Am I, lovely to find you here, and even better to find that I have made you laugh. I have been in a very strange state of mind, which, I think you may be pleased to hear, is a long way from lifting...
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind wishes, goodsir.
I may even conjure up another poem today, if you are lucky.