Wednesday 27 February 2013

Crispy brain

My brain is fried. Fried to a crisp.

Like a chip that has been in the fryer for too long and is now a crispy crisp. All burnt, crispy and crunchy. Yes, that's me.

Yuk.

Yesterday it was all too much and I broke out in uncontrollable tears. My mind was spiralling and I just didn't know how on earth I was going to carry on with this exhibition.

However, despite the fried brain, and with the help of Mr B calming me down last night, I do feel slightly better today.

All I want to do is curl up in a ball and go to sleep though.

Must.
Resist.
My
Bed.

Oh but its calling to me, I can hear its warm soothing tones beckoning me in.

Must,
Resist.
My.
Bed.

Perhaps a little lie down on the sofa instead........

xxx

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