Of Feeling Ill
It's strange. When my throat feels as if it is being rubbed by the finest river-bed silicon, why is my mouth not tasting of sand, but of cardboard.? What is that you say... I can't hear very well, the sand seems to be in my ear too... :(
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Unfaithfully, this time every year, I'm ill. Over the last two years, at least Jay was there to share the sorrow and tissue box with. But this time, it's just me. If you are also one of those weather-change-related-allergic person, and can commiserate with me, DO, DO talk.
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Creativity is at its lowest ebb. All the sand and carboard in my system seems to be keeping inspiration away. Tch!