the birding frock

it’s 6.17am - and i’ve found myself my own little corner of misery.

i’ve slept a total of about an hour and a half at best, and have been milling about the apartment for the last two hours, thinking that tea might be the very thing to save me. prior to that, i tossed and turned, left a sad little pile of crumpled up tissues on the floor and pleaded with my sinuses for some sweet relief. unobliging, as they are, they might as well have flipped me the bird and locked me in a cupboard.

i’d much rather be woken up by my alarm and getting ready to go to the office, then sitting here in dark, feeling sorry for myself. oh, i’m unwell.