Sunday, October 26, 2008
92. @ 10:42 pm
It's like everybody's working together to steal a part of me each until I have nothing left.
Today was pretty bad. My contacts were hurting. My spectacles were loose, and heavy. My shawl was strangling my neck. My throat was suffering enough by itself. My shoe flew off. You were really cute. She was being horrible. Real horrible. Horrible. Porridge. I had a disastrous case of gastric... or wind. I can't tell the difference between the both of them.
What a spoilt day, and you had to ruin it further.