Brr...
Today I pretty much told the story of my life (the 30 minute version) at group. School, high school, uni, the grim years where I was pretty much keeping the world at bay, waiting for a good time to kill myself. I'm getting pretty good at telling it, but I can't tell if it helps any. Talk is after all cheap.
It leaves me bone-tired though.
I've been plagued by mice lately. Well, I say mice, although there might only be one. After being away for the weekend, I half expected it to have torn up the place (isn't it AMAZING how much damage such a small critter can do?). As it turned out it had eaten the poison I'd put out. I found it dead, and now I'm a bit guilty. A bit jumpy too.
It leaves me bone-tired though.
I've been plagued by mice lately. Well, I say mice, although there might only be one. After being away for the weekend, I half expected it to have torn up the place (isn't it AMAZING how much damage such a small critter can do?). As it turned out it had eaten the poison I'd put out. I found it dead, and now I'm a bit guilty. A bit jumpy too.