I decided to post both here and in my livejournal and I apologise in advance for not being creative enough to write different babbles...
So today I painted this silly little snail to prove that I am not artistic and then K told me to put it here so I did because sometimes I listen to her.There is a story about why we have snails in our eyes.
I think I'm sleeping too much. I think it's better than not enough though. And there was a two hour interlude between the sleepages today, where one passed the time with Penny, bless her.
I have gone from being ok to thinking about taking all the pills, to writing letters in blood and to gauging my eyes out with a pencil to stop seeing the bug things. And then to painting stupid things and being more ok. We love the rollercoaster, don't we? It's not surprising we feel sick.
The father will return tomorrow. which we want and don't want. It will mean I actually have to cook everyday, do his washing and sleep in my own bed again. But, I will save money because I won't smoke so much and he will hopefully buy the groceries and I will just buy the dog food - though of course he must have the best or he just sniffs and looks at me with disgust. And we do hope there shall be no repeats of today,where after a long walk I left the dog alone for twenty minutes and he decided to poo in the corridor...and brown is not the best color carpet to have...
I have noticed that my way of spelling 'colour' has become all Mop-like and is now 'color'. I think he ate my 'u'.
Posted by bluemothy
at 12:29 AM BST
