My good friend, brilliant author of Father Who Art, Drew O’Brien; is wont to point out, timing is everything.
Well timing has fucked with me. I have been feeling unwell since Friday. Actually I have been feeling unwell longer than that but Friday is when it was really becoming troublesome.
So know it is 03:30 in the morning. Chlöe is sitting under my armpit and I am starving!
Eating has not been enjoyable for the past few days and yup here it is 03:30 and I am starving so toaster waffles are in the toaster. Netflix is on and I am catching up on Sherlock.