Headache pounding, stomach growling in retort to eating naught but scallops, cherries, ice cream for four days. Stress level on red alert, the glass is cracked and so am I, unsuccessful, trying hard and reaching but unable to complete the simplest task and now beside not being good I am not well.
I feel a need to shoot some arrows at the sky.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Try not reading anything for ten minutes.
Fasting is an ancient midieval remedy.
Unless it’s my blog of course. (exceptions to every rule)