This is the fourth day.
It's dark. It's lonely. It's cold. There is unrelenting torrential rain and floods. There are weird little bugs in my flour. I had to throw it out.
There are piles upon piles of Kleenex boxes tossed willy nilly about the room. The TV has been my constant companion, despite how I hate it, it's been there for me. Thanks Judge Judy.
There are unappreciative little smucks that I gave birth to about, but they won't bring me tea and noodles. Damned them. This must be that gnome incident coming back to bite me in the ass.
I had an actual invitation to go out on Friday but had to pass. Curse this Mild Cold of Death.
To top it all off...there was no milk for my tea this morning. I dropped to my knees and cursed the gods, then wept for forgiveness. This devastating set of events sent me into a spiralling mode of self pity and back under my covers....just like Gollum.
*This blog post is based on a true story. Some events may or may not have been added or embellished to invoke sympathy.