More proof that nigh on anything can be a weapon
This morning I woke up with what I think was a splinter of a down feather rib stuck in my finger. It never occurred to me that my down pillows could be dangerous*, but I got stuck good enough to warrant an iodine dousing.
Bloody nuisance.
I probably would have weathered it better had my sleep been a little less tormented. No work today, my pretties. I seem to be suffering from the same affliction as J-.
*...at least not without the direct action of an outside agent with a taste for smothering.
Bloody nuisance.
I probably would have weathered it better had my sleep been a little less tormented. No work today, my pretties. I seem to be suffering from the same affliction as J-.
*...at least not without the direct action of an outside agent with a taste for smothering.
