My name is Eliza and I am a very special cat. I will have moments where I am super calm and then I will have moments when the acid kicks in and I go psycho. 120 more words
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Tomorrow is the first, dreaded, books down rehearsal – so tonight is dedicated to ‘making sure I know act 1’. In theory it’s a 10 minute job (I learnt it remember..couple of weeks ago?!) but who knows where my memory has stored it all? 83 more words
No Carl tonight – he’s got the Black Death now as well. I’m in recovery but living in a bubble tunnel and Di is nearly there but can’t laugh in case she coughs herself to death. 168 more words
I’m writing a story a week for 52 weeks on the Bitter Blog. This is story #13.
Eliza was a starer. She scrutinized the world from under a home-hewn haircut, spending minutes at a time taking in a feature on someone’s face or looking at a crushed insect on the sidewalk or examining the mud-splattered shell of an empty cigarette pack. 1,066 more words