Bleah

[desperance]

There aren't many cat-shaped rules in this house (you will have gathered this; apparently there are those among you who believe that I spend all my waking hours pampering the little beasts and poaching their salmon for them...)(*poaches*)(talking of poaching, anyone out there read "John MacNab"?), but these are meant to be two of them:

[to Barry] Thou shalt not walk on the keyboard

[to Mac] Thou shalt not chase Barry onto the desk

*sighs*

On the other hand, that's about all the action that's occurrin' here tonight. I feel suddenly like overboiled spaghetti that finds it too much trouble to stick to the wall. I'm sitting here reading the internets and not even bothered to poke in a desultory fashion at the last fifty pages of the book. As though I were convalescent, rather than ill: like I want to wrap a duvet around me and watch Buffy. I'm not even much interested in this here glass of wine, shock horror.

I 'spect this is a recognised stage of being pathetically beaten up, some kind of boring delayed reaction thing.

*yawns insultingly at purveyors of psychobabble*

So near, and yet...

Yup. Too far. I'm going to read more Patrick O'Brian, and I don't care.

Comments

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

Was sorry to read about the mugging, however inept. We've been wrapped in the duvet much of the day - when that's what you need, that's what you need.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

That does sound like delayed shock to me. Buffy and duvets are definitely indicated.

[pennski.livejournal.com]

Seconded!

*Virtual hugs* (all round).