I'm having one of those days where I feel disgusting in every possible way.Nothing would make me feel any better about myself.
I feel yuck.
Chubs.
Ugly.
Bad hair day.
Bad face day.
Stupid tan lines.
Yuck yuck yuck.
Enough of that anyhow. I have these days, and then I wake up thinking I am skinnier and pretty than I was the day before and everything is better again.
A disgusting outlook on life I know.
Things to do over the weekend:
- Work
- Buy ingredients for Lemon Drizzle Cake
- Buy some gradual tan
- Part-take in some form of beautification
- Check on my student finance
- Paint my nails again as I'm sure they will have chipped from type-type-typing all day at work
- Pay my water bill
- Sleep a lot before Sunday
- Not get over excited
- Spend as little money as possible
I think that's a do-able list of things to do.
So, I've tried to sleep and have failed miserably, and somehow found myself increasing my "games won" stats on solitaire. Something I am proud of but am fully aware there is no rational explanation as to why.
Dorky? I'm okay with it.
So then, as it is now 01:22 (not so bad as far as I go) I am going to try and combat my continual battle with sleep.
Maybe I don't sleep because I'm scared of what my imagination (crossed with daily events and probably subconscious thought) might dream up? Huh, food for thought.
Night blog people.
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