A flurry of smses concluded my weekend.
Looking at other people's problems
problems of my own
and suddenly i wondered if the whole world has gone incredibly mad.
I feel like i am having a perpetual crick in my neck
from looking up into the sky
and nothing can work out the tension.
Suddenly, the burrow in the duvet looks mightily
inviting.
Except i can't be in there because i am needed out here.
I wish people would just be happy.