The last few days have been impeccable and gorgeous; I’ve been so busy but that means I don’t just wallow about in my pyjamas thinking up subjects to write on.
Everyone seems a little weary at the moment, not because of stress or whatever, but more like “we’ve sat exams and now you’re asking us to come back and start straight back again please leave us all alone” It’s mutual between us all. My best friend was such a little sleepy baby today, I pulled up a chair next to her and reading from Patti’s Just Kids. Mostly because my brain is halting to such a stop I couldn’t form sentences, so I left it to Pat- who is incidentally really great at forming sentences. I’m trying to read a lot more than I would usually (Princess Diaries, Twitter feed) and I’ve rediscovered a love of the book, but my brain feels like it might pop as I have about 5 different books on the go. It tends to happen like that.
BOWIE: My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
There, that’s how it is. It’s not disconcerting though, I feel quite peaceful. This wasn’t supposed to be a post like this, but I was due to write something ago for you to ‘like’ and make my day. *hint*
I’ve never heard something that hurts my body as much as this, thank you Ziggy:
Love ya X