ten things my mind wanted to think about in the wee small hours of last night rather than let me sleep (and so consequently i am like death on a stick):
1. how on earth will i ever get through the next two months until xmas when i have so much work to do i want to crawl up into the foetal position a rock gently
2. what am i going to do in the future for a job because i cannot stay here
3. why don't i call my mum more often
4. why don't i call my nan more often
5. money
6. why does my father want to contact me now, all of a sudden
7. is he dying?
8. do i care?
9. when and how am i going to fix the spouting to stop water gushing everywhere when it rains
10. how can i tell my boss i want to throttle her and cannot stand her without actually using those words
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