Published on 12, July, 2020
Mentally, physically and it just gets worse as life goes on. I’ve had a crap day, cried a lot, I’m exhausted. More and more I seem to shout ‘it’s always something!’. Because it is, just when you think you’ve got everything out of the way something new pops up, something breaks, forgot to pay for something, appt coming up you don’t want to go to, something wrong with health, just bl&£dy something all of the time. Just when you think it’s actually quiet, some idiot will start being loud in their garden, some neighbours will make noise for days on end, someone will start road works, something will be wrong with the car. Exhaustion. I want, need a simpler life. But it’s never going to happen. Even those very small fleeting moments of finding something funny or saying something funny seem so false. I’m so tired and everything seems so pointless.
Same here, Ibuprofen all the way for headache.
I'm not sure I'd be any safer for you, though I would enjoy the company. Plus on a side note, I can be a little accident prone myself.
That doesn’t work for me weirdly
In the past few weeks I've electrocuted myself with a lamp, poured boiled water on my hand, walked into a metal step ladder twice and fractured a little finger. So, I think I'd better stick with you rather than risk having a ladder dropped down to me.
I use Paracetamol.
Hahahahahaha I wouldn't blame you, a ladder is far more useful.
It is now included in my repertoire, thank you for your literary contribution.
It sounds so good and feels good when you say it. I'm so using that!
I'd never *dream* of swapping you for a ladder, despite all the adverts I've placed.
It does!
You can't get rid of me that easily!
I made up a word this week (or was it last) that made me very happy because of how it sounds. If something is like a gargoyle, it is "gargoylian" - Gar - Goy - Li - an........I think that sounds fab out loud?
Don't worry, I won't get on your nerves.
Wait! Come back!
Made up words are the best kind of words
We're safer in here, despite my accident-proneness*.
*made-up word ahoy*
300 years of quiet, I wouldn't want to go back
*waits for coins*
*300 years later*
Great idea! Or we could create steps from the piles of coins.
If people throw coins into the wishing well, we can buy a ladder and escape(!)
Who says you dragged me? Perhaps it was I that dragged you!
Possibly a wish that you hadn't got dragged into my neverending nonsense?