I feel like this iPhone is an extension of my body. Like an extra bit of my brain that can be externalised and clamped into my hand when required. I think my neck is strained from looking down at it. Can you get Repetitive Strain Injury in your upper body? My eyes are also gritty. I love giving my eyes a really good rub; really getting into the tear duct bit. That’s probably not good for your eyes. There should be such a thing as Eye Massage. Especially for spectacle wearers comme moi.
If you popped out your eyeball could you get it back in? The eye bit was my favourite part about King Lear. Still I don’t know if I could donate them with the rest of my organs. I’m all for organ donation but what my eyes have seen… I’d be afraid those dead sights could link up to new owner’s brain and damage them for life.
AnnaPuppy just knocked over a wine glass (it had WATER in it!), rolled glass around and broke glass. DestructaPuppy.
I have Pieta in an hour and a half. I’d much rather be going for a walk. Hell, I’d even go for a run instead. I haven’t run since Saturday. And I made buns. So I really need to be doing the running.
I feel like Pieta gets in the way of the stuff I SHOULD be doing: cleaning, running, cooking, mammying, bill sorting, email sending, letter writing, social welfare chasing, showering… But that’s exactly why I need to be going to Pieta.
My laptop is in need of robotic (computers are kind of robots right?) therapy. Type one letter and a stream of jibberish appears. Much like your blog, I hear you mutter.
I think I’m back into murky boy territory too. Saying too much, or not enough and being hard work.
Yeah, I need to keep that Pieta appointment.