The Lady is stuck for words

Lady Grouchalot has a lot to say.But for the first time in life,she finds herself quite speechless.

It's not a nice feeling to be stuck for words when all you want to do is write,write and write.Maybe the muses have tired themselves with all the published/unpublished posts that were written last night.Ah yes,last night.The reason why I'm suffering from this outrageous headache and the feeling of nausea right now.Phenomenal indeed.

Grouchalot indeed has a lot to grouch about but doesn't posses the strength nor the creativity to do so right now.Feeling absolutely drained,partly due to the fact that she hasn't eaten the whole day,haven't slept a wink since the night before the last not to mention the emotional strain and the stress.Life's not so easy it seems when everybody's out to get you and you have to trod extra carefully as if you're walking on glass.Or on a mine field.You never know what and when something will blow up in your face and disfigure you for life.Even the most innocent of all steps,the most light and delicate of all steps would suffice for it all to blow up and change your whole life.Funny thing is,people who cause it are not even aware of what it could do,how it would affect another person's life.It's been a while since the war ended and yet,mine fields exist among our very selves.Sigh.....

So friggin' tired.A big,tight hug would do wonders for me right now.Physical strain I can endure but emotional strain is harder.Grouchy as she is,Lady Grouchalot is quite sensitive,perhaps ten times the average amount which enables her to see things and write in a more intimate level.The sensitivity has reached such a level that right now,that the Lady is stuck for words and cannot feel anything anymore.That is the numbness that overcomes you when sensitivity becomes unbearable that it hurts so very much and you would do anything to shut the pain up.So she is content to keep her peace for the moment.

The Lady needs her rest now.Good night everyone!!