Sticky mouthed, tired, sore. Numb from meds.
Didn’t sleep much last night. Dug away at the beastie on my hand with a paper scalpel by way of distraction. Fun, fun, fun!
Woke up late and cancelled yet another class. Lord if i could get the money back from every single thing I’ve paid for and bailed on, I’d be living in my dream mill/cottage/lighthouse by the sea and not a flat in Shitsville, Chavland.
This blog has become a lifeline for me, but if it doesn’t deliver what its meant to, then it becomes meaningless and shows me up as the fraud that I so clearly am, so tough love is needed.
So, today, somewhat inexplicably is Yes day, and i have already via email (you don’t actually expect me to verbally communicate with anyone today do you?!) committed to the following:
- A Yoga class tomorrow
- A trip to the cinema on Thursday
- Dinner with a close friend on Friday (the easiest challenge)
- Dinner with a friend I am mad at, at a restaurant I don’t want to go to on Saturday (harder)
- A ballroom dancing class on Sunday (hardest, as some bloke/weirdo from the group is emailing me and freaking me out already)
Five days of going out in a row. Scary shit. If it happens, it will be a record for 2013 so far.
Enjoy being holed up in your little nest today Sista, because you have officially ran out of ‘tomorrows’, as if you don’t do this, you have to stop blogging.
And leave your fucking hand alone!