Bed time. You're comfortably knackered. And happily snoozy. And cosying up to a cat. It doesn't take long before....you...zzzzzzzz....zzz... DING! Wide awake. Some selfish shit has decided to throw a party. FFS! There's no music though. Or people. But a shed load of compulsive dancing. Coming from your own damn legs. Not again. Restless legs. … Continue reading There’s a party going on in my legs
I can’t get no sleep
It's 1.30am. I never write anything at this time. Because generally everything I've written is reflective. Right now, I'm sitting in the midst of a haze that is far from nice. I usually look back and find the humour in it. But I can't do that right now. Because I'm in it. Slap bang in … Continue reading I can’t get no sleep
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