You know how sometimes what you do is a physical manifestation of your state of mind?
Yesterday night I got down to sorting out the jumble of papers which somehow became part of my possession because they bear my name - bills, brochures, salary slips, faded receipts... ...
And ended up with this...
Yet I don't feel better after all the shredding and dumping.
I think it is the weather.
The temperature literally boils my blood.
Everytime I speak I feel like shouting. So I would rather not.
Not speak, I mean.
Not that I love rainy days. I just hate to be home when the sun is out.
NO, I just hate to HAVE TO be home when the sun is out.
I feel like an unwilling turkey in an oven.
Should abstain from oven-cooked food - I empathize with thee.
