Squeaky is a bad blogger. Even though it’s Sunday, I can’t actually face turning the computer on.  Had stomach trouble last night, so I was up at 5am. I did go back to bed later in the morning, but sadly my extra hour was filled with a vile dream that left me gasping for breath and crying.  First day of my period, too.  So while the black dog isn’t really chewing my arse, the clinging wisps of the dream and general shitty low energy levels have left me feeling pretty “meh”, today. Think I’ll just curl up on the sofa with The Literary Kitteh, and Runemarks by Joanna Harris, in lieu of something constructive. I may knit. Maybe. So… no proper post, this week. Just me from my phone.
…sorry about that…

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