Mex has a bad cold.
Does anyone have a spare room for me?
Thank heavens for a king size bed.
I am sleeping right on my edge.
I do NOT want a cold right now.
I never want a cold.
This IS going to be a short post.
Mex wants eggs on toast for supper.
I can live with that.
Nice and easy.
Damn…I just sneezed twice.
I have done all my ex-wife duties.
I have picked up dog poop.
I have put the rubbish bag out.
I love this place,
You put the rubbish bag out in the front.
The next day it vanishes.
Like a little magic elf.
I have cleaned the toilet.
My conscience is clear.
God, my life is shallow.
I am listening to Leonard Cohen.
I might just cut my wrists!!!