Sunday Morning Coming Down...
well, maybe not wishing, lord, that i was stoned, nor having beer for breakfast (assuming of course that you are familiar with the kris kristofferson/johnny cash song i'm referencing)...
it's not overly warm today yet i'm feeling incredibly awful. wondering if i've got a touch of something. i had breakfast (cheerios and coffee), but my stomach is feeling a little knotted. and very sweaty...which is way more info than i think any of you wanted, really...
found a praying mantis last night that was caught in a spider web...unfortunately, it was too late and the spider'd already gotten to him/her.
downloading a doctor who story i don't have (the keys of marinus, the fifth storyline, from the first season of the show). realising i enjoy the black and white doctor who stuff quite a lot.
feeling kind of empty today too. i don't belong here. not this place, and not in this time.
sigh...