I am so drained right now. I feel like my brain has leaked out of my head. I took the day off work since I'm pretty sick with allergies on top of the brain leakage.
I slept okay. I kept having really weird dreams, and then I'd wake up and cuddle my cat for a while. He was next to me all night. He missed me.
I really want a big dog. I miss cuddling with Ken's dogs. (Sasha is the brown/tan mix, and Winnie/Fred is the golden lab). It's nice to wake up and have this big, warm body next to you, and they're great for couch partners. I also have this nice sense of "home" and "security" when Sasha's at my feet or at the other end of the couch.
I slept okay. I kept having really weird dreams, and then I'd wake up and cuddle my cat for a while. He was next to me all night. He missed me.
I really want a big dog. I miss cuddling with Ken's dogs. (Sasha is the brown/tan mix, and Winnie/Fred is the golden lab). It's nice to wake up and have this big, warm body next to you, and they're great for couch partners. I also have this nice sense of "home" and "security" when Sasha's at my feet or at the other end of the couch.
(That was one of the rare times you'll find me writing using an American idiom, and it's only because you're ill)
What have doctors said? I must say sickness does give you an air of 19th century consumptive chic, Wilde would be, well, wild about it. Please try to rent out the film, Les Diabolique. It will make you better I promise. You need some black and white Simone Signoret in your life.
Breal glass for emergency literature.
Loving the new profile pic.
Nikki