Lazy Tuesday
Well, mostly lazy. I did have to do a little cleaning in the kitchen.
I don't know how many hours I slept this morning, I just know I didn't want to get up. It was close to three when I finally dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. Perked up after that. I still have to remake my bed now that my comforter is clean. I should rewash the green one; just a shame it's so frickin' huge and takes an age to dry. It barely fits into the washer or the dryer. I might consider finding a new one. I can't not have green bedclothes. Just isn't done. I desperately want pink sheets and pillowcases, but I can't seem to find any! A pink and green bed would be so choice. Top it off with some florals somewhere and I'm golden.
Siiiigh. What else is there? Two days away from a month post-op. I suppose that's something? Though to be perfectly honest, I kinda wanna forget it ever happened and just move on. The days of calendar-watching are over. I'm just gonna continue on as I always have. No sense dwelling. Maybe when it's been another fifteen years, then I'll deign to recognize it.
Ugh, I hate it when I get invisible-but-sore zits on my nose. This one is on the underside of my left nostril. Makes scratching my nose interesting in the fuck that hurts way.
How am I still tired? Is this the three months of poor sleep catching up to me? Or maybe I'm just incredibly relaxed. I'll take either.
I'll also take another cup of tea. I should really draw something today. It's been awhile and the urge has been on me long enough to produce -something-.
I don't know how many hours I slept this morning, I just know I didn't want to get up. It was close to three when I finally dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. Perked up after that. I still have to remake my bed now that my comforter is clean. I should rewash the green one; just a shame it's so frickin' huge and takes an age to dry. It barely fits into the washer or the dryer. I might consider finding a new one. I can't not have green bedclothes. Just isn't done. I desperately want pink sheets and pillowcases, but I can't seem to find any! A pink and green bed would be so choice. Top it off with some florals somewhere and I'm golden.
Siiiigh. What else is there? Two days away from a month post-op. I suppose that's something? Though to be perfectly honest, I kinda wanna forget it ever happened and just move on. The days of calendar-watching are over. I'm just gonna continue on as I always have. No sense dwelling. Maybe when it's been another fifteen years, then I'll deign to recognize it.
Ugh, I hate it when I get invisible-but-sore zits on my nose. This one is on the underside of my left nostril. Makes scratching my nose interesting in the fuck that hurts way.
How am I still tired? Is this the three months of poor sleep catching up to me? Or maybe I'm just incredibly relaxed. I'll take either.
I'll also take another cup of tea. I should really draw something today. It's been awhile and the urge has been on me long enough to produce -something-.