I'm part Alice, part Red Queen today.
"I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day."
The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed "Off with her head! Off--"
Crying, raging. It isn't fair. I feel so awful, in my head and in my body, and it only seems to be getting worse. I want someone to hold me and reassure me that everything is going to be OK. And the only person who can do that at the moment, can't. We're both fixer-uppers, were and still are. Still not sure why the project was abandoned, with wiring left bare and plaster all over the floor. Unfinished, maybe in a worse state than when it started.
I guess it's not worth thinking about. But I can't help it, when there were so many lovely details and potential. But maybe I saw things that were there only for me. It's been known to happen.
Posted by thevieve at May 9, 2006 8:03 AM