i'm all over the place.
i can't eat my eggs and my hand looks like a pink cushion.
my real cat sulks in the shed and i have lost the ability to type without hitting two keys at once.
my white gladioli are looking funereal and i'm covered in scratches.
i can't remember the poet's name again, i don't want to go to the post office and i can't stop googling useless things.
most of all i miss the kitten nesting in my hair.