I am not in a happy place at the moment, for several reasons. The first would be because I haven't been sleeping well, and that's always a good way to start a downward spiral, really. The second is that it feels (and smells) like a small furry rodent has taken domicile in my mouth and proceeded to die and is now happily decomposing. Joy of joys.
Between my canadian taxes and my british landlady (mostly, but there are a slew of other little things), I am a fount of happyhappyjoyoy thoughts, which also are not conductive to restful nights.
I need a hug.
Today is one of those days I wish some of the boys were around.


