I need more than tea time today. More than Boboa. Lot more than this job. Need to be able to curl up in a ball under the blanket and and read and read and read. Maybe I'll stop by the library on myt way home. Pay my fines with the money I don't have and then I'll have books to distract me from my post holiday slump. Lump. It's so quiet up here. Lonely! Feel frumpy and dumpy today. And poor. Need to stretch myself out. Breathe deeply. Play with my kitten.
