I dwell where I lay my head and I dream no matter where I be. I reside in a state of mind that no one else can see. Housing my disease is a temple of the gods and holding my attention is the wandering lust of ambition. Such is my discord.
I been watching too much old movies lately. I can recite most of them and just feel so dreamy in the costume and wardrobes of the ladies as well as the fine threads the men wear. I like the randomness but question it still.
Today is a day of unplanned execution and I am determined to execute and put to rest my disturbed alimentary canal or suffer trying.
Not one bird was heard chirping today outside my window. Have they abandoned me too or did I offend them in my disgraced physical state and scare them off?
My "hubby" got sick today and I had to suck up my own discomfort to ease his. Poor creature done ate himself too much yummy kitty kibble and wound up regurgitating the rest and then guarding it with dear life as leftovers for later, ick!
Foul is the excrement that comes out of a teenagers mouth before you can finish explaining your unhappiness with their misbehavior.
I have excused her time and again and will do so happily long after you cease to matter because she IS flesh of my flesh and blood of my bone.
Cats are meowing in the distance...I wonder if they ate the morning birds?
Why is it the dogs with the longest and strongest legs are the ones that want to jump on your legs and leave little paw print bruises?
It's conditioning when the student doesn't want to learn and torture when you make them. Plain and simple.
When you want to eat and can't and don't want to but know you must and later find that it would have been better to chew and old shoe, then you know you're getting old.
Chocolate chip cookies are great right out of the oven but even more devilish the colder they get. Like when you put a huge dollop of french vanilla ice cream in between two of those perfect little sweet discs and lick away!
Amazing what a hot tub of water and oil can do for the stress of the day. Even more amazing when there's a glass of wine and some candles and soft classical music, sans opera, playing quietly in the background.
It's no fair to be so sick that when you wretch you poop and when you poop you wretch and then you're too afraid to accept help and you're lying there thinking you should'a just climbed in the tub and let it ride!
I put in the water like they tell me. I drink all I can but I think the water is out to get me. It keeps coming out my nose and when I pee and even out areas I didn't think could water the porcelain garden.
Doctor asked if I have seen spots. I replied no but "Muffin" is outside in the yard digging up his prized rosebush.
The only therapy I need right now can't be bought. But I can steal some ice and a hot cup of tea and a nap.
Bed is the comfort zone of the professional narcoleptic.
Whoever invented indoor air conditioning should have invented a time machine to come back here right now so I can kiss them.
My mood is absent today. So is my body and my sense of humor.
I am tired and, well, out of delusions.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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