No, no, staff nurse, I'm not typing...

[desperance]

As I lay on my bed of pain, I remember thinking "Now would be a really good time to win the lottery..."

Then I rose up and came home, and y'know what? Yup. I won the lottery.

All of ten pounds. Ten whole pounds!

Which I have, um, spent. I went to the farmers' market and bought bread and sausage, largely. What I reckon, I can fry sausages one-handed; and with bread and sausage, a man can make a meal. Several meals. (Several cat-sized meals, the boys would have me say; but I spurn them. They are spurned.) (All my sossidge r belong to them, they say.) (*spurns them*)

Otherwise I have no redress, but I have been re-dressed, in a lovely white bandage that will become grubby almost instantly; and now, yes, I am going to stop typing. I have nothing to type. I have lost my nerve, unless it is my mojo. Something's gone.

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With apologies to Omar Khayyam

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Here with a Loaf of Bread and sausage now,
A Flask of Wine, a pair of cats - who meow
Beside you, singing at the dinner plate -
a dinner plate with Paradise endowed.

Re: With apologies to Omar Khayyam

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hah - poetic vacuum! Thank you very much...