Tuesday, August 7, 2007

complain,complain,complain

not that any good'll come of it.
1. why doesn't anyone believe me when i say i'm not well? i really am unwell. (doctors mostly)
2. why do i have to wait another two weeks to find out if the ultrasound shows anything wrong? oh yeah, because my doctor took the month off. peachy.
3. why is the gaffer so bad at the sitter's? he's brilliant at home. shouldn't it be the other way around?
4. why do i no longer have a desire to garden? is it because it's so bloody hot out?
5. why am i so...restless? i want to do so much but i don't want to do anything.
6. i'm too restless to complain anymore.

2 comments:

Melinda said...

There there... imagine a virtual pat on the back... I'm listening! (((hugs)))

Jennifer said...

thanks!!! now i just need my hot chocolate and soft freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
or maybe a bottle of wine and olives...