This week sucked.
My week started out horribly. It never had anything even close to a good point at any point. Then it ended just a horribly.
To be honest I have to wonder why I am still here on this planet.
Not feeling well I went in to drink some milk (hoping it would settle my stomach â€“ it did not). As I was drinking it I noticed some of the magnetic poetry on the fridge.
Drink milk and dream.
Okay so I drank the milk all I need now are the dreams. Will they be nightmares? Most likely I will be trapped, attacked and killed repeatedly during the night. Why shouldn’t my dreams mimic my life?
I hope to be back to my regular bitchy self soon. Either that or just gone.
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.