read Forbidden Love today, which could possibly have made me cry were I human.
lately during the afternoons I lie down for hours, half fall asleep then wake again, half dazelie dreaming but not actually sleeping. my bedroom smells like turpentine, everyone says when they open the door, but I don’t notice it.
Buddha got out a few days ago and managed to kill a lizard. he’s constantly chasing lizards inside, but they’re always high up on the walls. he realised that there are lots more accessible lizards outside, so suddenly is frantic to get out there. he yowls a lot, prowling from door to door, lying in wait for someone to open one.
I am a misery. I don’t know why I am alive. lol