my fingers are itching with words, but my eyes are itching with sleep! to which part of my body shall i succumb? i so desperately want it to be the latter, but the former must be vented otherwise
there will be "cuffs round the head", to quote!
today was an awful day. tears were shed, marks were made! it shud be SHITday, not SUNday.
....i miss drawing. and i miss him!