the one with friday. ugh. friday.
Today I went to meet Celia at Indro. Am so incredibly tired now. Do people honestly know sod-all about makeup/moisturiser/cleanser? It seems this way to me at least. I'd also like it if there was one person in my general circle who didn't require a decent introduction into The World Of Not Looking Like You Spent $10 On What You're Wearing. I probably seem like an extremely catty person. Am not really, and honestly enjoy sending people on their way into The Land Of Not Looking Like Yuck, but sometimes it's just so much work.
Anyway, am tired and eating really poorly butchered salmon in this salmon and avocado sushi. There are things I should be doing like packing for the weekend, cleaning my flat that looks like a bomb went off in it, putting out the garbage, bringing in washing, etc. etc. But alas, I need to eat. Ugh have to change wedges for icky canvas shoes that give me blisters now. Physio this afternoon, hurrah. Hearing family dramaz all weekend, no hurrah. Blargh. Right. Off to warble along to some Foo Fighters and wash up.
Anyway, am tired and eating really poorly butchered salmon in this salmon and avocado sushi. There are things I should be doing like packing for the weekend, cleaning my flat that looks like a bomb went off in it, putting out the garbage, bringing in washing, etc. etc. But alas, I need to eat. Ugh have to change wedges for icky canvas shoes that give me blisters now. Physio this afternoon, hurrah. Hearing family dramaz all weekend, no hurrah. Blargh. Right. Off to warble along to some Foo Fighters and wash up.