blue as can be

You know when you've had a bath?
When you've been lying in the tub, soaking in the hot water, smelling the nice, fluffy bubbles on the surface and feels all comlete?

That's how I felt for the last month. Happy, content, warm, smothered by fluffyness.

And today someone pulled the plug.

I'm drained. Comletely empty, exhausted, drained of energy and smelling nothing but bollocks. There's no fluffyness surounding me and I feel naked.

(Perhaps I need to go on more merry-go-arounds? Oh, bollocks - I don't like them, do I?)

If you don't see me for a while I'm sure to be found under my duvet feeling sorry for myself.