In for the kill

Since I got here I haven't seen a single cat.
It's quite depressing.

I've made important phone calls today.
I hate important phone calls.
And I'm not done yet.

Mostly I'm sitting in bed reading.
I'm reading The Hunger Games, on book two now, half way through.
Thinking about maybe bake something, or at least fixing the pictures I have to two ready recipes I have but not yet publish because of the photographs.

Mostly it's just a game of not crying and forcing my self to eat even if I want to throw everything up.
A constant pain and sickness.
Will it ever lighten?