Of Peter & Gayle

Gayle has gone.

This is my 3rd day without her.

I spend my days alone in my part the office

ignoring the ringing of the phone

(me and 12 other people)

with nothing to do, no one to talk to.

No cow, no capes, not even gabes.

today is my birthday,

and no one even cares.

I'm kidding.

But what if it was?

Can you imagine what it would be like to be

mentally ill in a way

where you think that everyday

is

your birthday

and no one wishes you

because it really isnt?

How depressing would that be?

Oh, it hasn't been so bad without Gayle

I've been nervous about

writing my review

because it has been ages

since I last did one.

Peter is back

with wonderful pressies

to keep me occupied

but the one I like best..

is a key chain

that I shall have to take a picture of.

Oh poor Peter

had an operation this morning

and eventhough I hate hospitals,

I shall go and see him soon

and make fun of him

all sickly in the hospital.

Last night

he was existing on 35 hours

without sleep.

all he could contribute

to the conversation

were simple sentences

like

"Your nose is peeling".

(er, thank you, I know that)

My aunty & housemate have a big mouths

They keep giving my other aunties

and their friends

my blog address

and you know, when you have aunties

reading your blog

you have to becareful what you say

right?