ANGRY AND ILL

Oh God.

Trying to send a message to someone earlier regarding flatshares, my phone kept turning access into caress.
STOP!

I have decided to become celibate, for LIFE.

I'll in bed, my head feels like a heavy heart and my heart has kicked the bucket, hidden under the covers
and swears and scathes.
I am trying to console myself with
DOGS

Mr Jingles- be mine?

 

I know I don't really need a dog in my life at the moment.

Or maybe, more to the point- I do?

Look at those huge ears?!

I just want him in my bed now, with Rollo too. And some lemsip.
Speaking of Lemsip, I must find some.

Being ill completely blows. All eloquence is thrown overboard. I am sleeping, all the time, and craving nothing but a hug- from a dog.


(I cant give anyone anything at the moment. I wish I could, but I'm all closed up). (I'm so ANGRY!)