No Sleep

It’s 4:16am. My partner has just come to check on me as he found me arranging paper squares. I can’t fecking sleep and my cheekbone has ice running through it instead of blood. So I made an autumn scene for a photo challenge. Not crazy. Not having a breakdown.

My Cat

My cat is a butthead. A fluffy, cute butthead, that does her damnedest to look after me, but a butthead nonetheless. It’s suspected she’s broke my face. This miniature cat, as she’s still not full size despite being almost three years old, has quite possibly broke a bone, cracked or fractured one in my cheek. […]