No Effing Subject
I'm slowly but surely arising from the dead. I have a horrible taste in my mouth, an equally unpleasant side effect of the antibiotics I am taking. I missed Nutcracker, day 1. I want my sweatshirt from Rochie's. I want to see all of my friends. I want to be able to stop reading this damned novel. It's much too intriguing and I really can't stop reading it. I should have titled this I want. But that just sounds so self-absorbed. I want to be able to taste food and not distasteful cardboard. Sigh. I want someone I can't have. So there. There's the rub.