the one with sunday
I am so blasted tired. Today I got up, baked three dozen biscuits (not all for me, most went to my Grandparents and other family-types) and two chocolate slices (again only one for me), read 3/4 of Little Dorrit, went grocery shopping, got peeved with grocery shopping, drove home, got stuck in road works for 10 minutes, changed my sheets, cleaned up the flat and now am having to get ready to go up to stinky Indro shopping centre. So I am exhausted, irritable and going to shop. If that's not a bad combination, I don't know what is*.
Motivation to change into better outfit than sweater and jeans is very low. Except I need to return stuff to Priceline and generally sales staff are less inclined to be hideous to you if you, well, don't look hideous. So I shall change. But I will not like it! Woo who cares.
* Actual worse combination would be above but also with a headcold.
Motivation to change into better outfit than sweater and jeans is very low. Except I need to return stuff to Priceline and generally sales staff are less inclined to be hideous to you if you, well, don't look hideous. So I shall change. But I will not like it! Woo who cares.
* Actual worse combination would be above but also with a headcold.