my stomach hates me and i lying in bed in fetal position feeling half crying and feeling sorry for myself.
I am so hungry but can’t move to get something to eat and i feel so sick i’d probably wouldn’t keep it….
was thinking of my (non existing) economy, since i obviously got underpaid this month there is no chance in hell that i can buy a new camera… mine died a few days ago (again) and i am genuinely very sad about that.
I live for taking stupid pictures…
so a few minutes ago i grabbed my camera and wanted to just try to take a picture and it worked… it’s fucking magic man.
My dead camera came to life for the second time…
my beautiful little companion is alive again, i’m gonna name it jesus,
i had coffee, strawberry squash, onion rings and hob nobs today, doesn’t really help when the stomach goes bananas does it?
(with cat i mean it has 9 lives…. just wanted to say that if you thought about the title relating to the text)