I promise you that I have not died. Although the other night, when my feet went out from under me, and I fell flat on my butt...after my head finished bouncing off the ramp...I lay there looking up at the sky, almost wishing I could. To be fair...it's the second time in three weeks I've fallen. I finally got moved back on the 9th...it took me until the 18th to get a room clean enough to lay my bed down flat so that I could sleep in it again instead of the stupid loveseat that's at least two feet too short for me. I still haven't gotten anything else moved in. I live with such procrastinators!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It doesn't help that Liston and I argue over finances. He likes to eat the food that I buy though, so you'd think he wouldn't want to piss off the hand that feeds him. Once our "argument" was so intense that I ended up with a black eye. Dork anyways. It was a combination of things...I was short on sleep worrying over finances {hello...
We all see the world differently, sometimes correctly, sometimes flawed. This is my slice of reality, My Secret Place...where I come to vent, to imagine and to muse, to ramble on about my trials large and small...amongst people who accept me with all my flaws and foibles...and read anyways.