an extreme form of thinking out loud. i love cats and i love cake. my sisters say i'm obsessed.
if you are my grandparents and you are reading this blog i apologize in advance for the swearing
Thursday, October 7, 2010
day five of captivity...
The head tormentor is hungry again. Have tried to sleep all day in solitary confinement. The captor and accomplices will perhaps assume I’ve gone overboard. They say things like “sick as a dog”. Yes dogs are sick but why are these units always asking for food at unheard of hours of the day? My night, their day, be sick already. Why eat in this state? Purposely overcooked the carcass tonight in hope that they would relent with the harassment. No such luck. Where are the other captives? Perhaps they have made it to their destination and have tasted that thing called freedom. They talked about that place a lot, why would they want to lick it? Am waiting for their signal to make my move. I can swim, it is only a matter of time…..
I am a chef in the yachting industry. I trained at Ballymaloe Cookery School in Cork,Ireland and subsequently went on to teach there. I always wanted to be a vet but that changed when I realized I'd have to work with animals that were sick or dying. My pipe dream is to open a B&B - where pets will be mandatory.I am Ojibwe Metis.