A solid few months of being sleep-deprived and overworked, and I still do not have the ability to sleep early (it's a Friday, 1.30 am, and I'm not doing anything interesting, but still refuse to go to bed for no explainable reason) nor do I have the ability to rise late.
I always get unnecessarily anxious and twitchy whenever D's not around, and he's gone for the weekend + the past few days. Poo.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett