I miss my bird, Monkey.
We’ve been talking on the phone. Conversations go like this:
Me: Hello Monkey!
Him: CHIRP CHIRP
Me: How’s it going there?
Him: *makes chatty noises*
Him: *makes more chatty noises*
Me: Miss you.
Him: *chatty noises that sound like he said ‘miss you’*
My parents laugh in the background
It always puts a smile on my face.
This morning I tried to go to the supermarket to get a few things but I turned around after a couple of metres. Yesterday I had a huge hangover from eating chocolate (it was rum and raisin, but I wouldn’t think it would affect me that badly) and so I think that is still affecting me today.
I didn’t feel like I could deal with any of it. Picking up stuff, going through the checkout, and coming home again. It all seemed like too much effort. I wasn’t anxious at all, I just didn’t have the mental energy to go through with it.
I had a dream early this morning about being in a classroom that had water constantly dripping from the ceiling, so I couldn’t concentrate or write anything down on my paper – as the paper was getting wet. So I looked up at the ceiling and the whole thing was water-damaged. I moved everyone (who were in the classroom) and we all watched as one of the lights gave-way with a huge gush of water following it.