Sunday, March 5

I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to feel bad about disappearing. I don't think I doto start with. That's my favourite bit about being me. I can leave as and when I feel like it without feeling bad about things and people. Dealing with it is not my issue.
I have a wrist that hurts, am very sleepy, lots of work that needs to be taken care of and not the slightest inclination to do much. Dark chocolate cures all. I spend ages listening to Eva Cassidy, wanting to marry her so that I can have her say stupid meaningless things to me about food and tedious sex in that voice. Buying chocolate cereal and staying up late for no reason. I want to sleep in next to Eva Cassidy.
For the record, when I tell people somebody is very nice it does not naturally translate into my liking that person. Nice people deserve wooden plaques to put up, commemorating their niceness. That's about it. It does not make them interesting.


JP said...

You'd have to share Ms. Cassady with me. Is it really worth all the elbow clashing and cabin fever?

Murphy said...

Yes, yes it is.