Spakfilla
Complain…whinge…moan…
…“Nobody cares!” I want to scream at my in-laws during their incessant chatter…mutter…backstab…
…Rant…self-pity…grumble…
…My boss exclaims over how sick I am but stops short of sending me home…
…Whine…pout…refuse to count my blessings…
There. Now no-one will notice the lack of a proper blog post.
6 comments:
Would you like me to massage your feet ? I have some nice scented candles and some lovely essential oils... I also soothe and placate by turns..
I would, 'cept I'm weird and don't really like people touching me. I just want sleep, sleep, that elusive thing I remember indulging in when I was young...
I like the word "whinge."
I like the word 'discombobulate'.
Are you well yet? I'd hate to think that you were still miserably ill after all this time.
Thanks for the concern, River. Apparently now I have laryngitis, so I'm not too miserable (except for the unfortunate cough-induced vomiting last night - too much information?) although still slightly ill. But hey, it's nothing and I'll soon be in top yelling form again :)
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