Wednesday, December 06, 2006

lesson #059: just one of those days...

... when you feel lousier than the grungy bathmat towel.

Woke up at 3 pm. I'm really starting to hate myself for this bad habit. It's like, what, 3 pm?? That's practically half the day gone! And it's not like I make efficient use of the rest of the day that I've got left. What the hell do I do for the rest of the day? Hang around the house making lunch, eating snacks? Or go grocery shopping just to end up with new shoes, new Lucky 7 necklace, new mismatched earrings (very preeeettyyyy...)?? Or *attempt* to study for my 19th Century literature exam, read a coupla pages then FALL ASLEEP SNORING ON THE BED?? Or, this is the best thing: play poker, lose first, and therefore lose 2 pounds and then be repeatedly called a lousy player by that stupid idiot of a French guy??

Today I'm supposed to go to Sainsbury and buy some drinks for a pre-party drinking session tonight, and then we're supposedly going out to party. But... honestly? It's near 3.30 pm, I haven't done shit and I don't feel like doing shit. I need to shower to feel good but I feel too lousy to move my butt around. Sigh.

What is it? What's happening to me? Maybe it's PMS... God knows my period's long due. Maybe it's the fact that I haven't truly spoken to you for a while. When did we last flirt? When did we last feel our kisses were sweet (well, it's been cyber kisses for a while now)? I'm tired of just loving passively. I want to *be* in love. I want you to feel the rush if you see me online. I want you to want me.

Bah.

I will go and eat cookies in the kitchen with Zee now.

PS: A bunch of books fell onto my laptop when I was trying to take out Charles Dickens from beneath a pile of a shitload of books. As a result the 'Z' button was re-destroyed (the double-sided tape I put to fix it broke). It's a 5-minutes struggle every time I have to type the letter. BAAAAAH.