Whine, whine, more whine

So with two reviews fillin’ up your feed readers today, I figured I’d post something of consequence.  Except that I’ve got nothin’.

I feel like poo and my brain isn’t working.  I wrote my reviews and felt like they just had to be crap cuz I can’t really make a cohesive thought.  Thankfully, when I reread them, they weren’t too bad.

I’m coughing like crazy and….

Well, you know how when you sneeze or cough every muscle in your body reacts, including your twat muscles?  Yeah. Every time I cough, it feels like my cervix is tearing.

TMI?  Sorry.  I’m sort of some where between “poor me” and totally apathetic today.

Taylor slept until one then took a nap from four until five.  I’m envious.  I want sleep, crazy, whenever I want it sleep, damn it.

I also want to fuck.  Hell, just an orgasm.  It’s been 17 days and I’m very grumpy.

And my mail didn’t come today.  Whatever happened to rain or shine, sleet or snow, huh?

And I want a bath.  I so, so want a bath.  Hot and steamy and good smelling, with a pillow for my neck and a good book and icy water and hot coffee and scrubs and salts and oils.  I’m so tired of showers I could scream.

This isn’t working, is it?  Whine, whine, more whine.

Meh.

I’ll shush now.