Ah, my dear subconscious: Despite the fact that yes, I do get up at eight or nine most every morning, I do wish you weren't such a creature of habit as to get me up at such an hour when I've gone to bed at five o'clock the night before. Honestly. I couldn't fall back asleep, but I'm exhausted.
Sort of. It's that kind of clear, bright-eyed, far too lucid exhaustion, where one can feel that one's eyes ache and one's head's a bit headachy and fuzzy, but very wide awake.
Sillllly.
At any rate--more cleaning to do to-day, and to get to work right away, yes. More baking to do to-day.
Also, I've fixed my treadmill, so I'm making up all the time I missed over the weekend, from Friday and Saturday. Clever me, tired me. ^_^;; Actually, my knee gave again and I nearly fell, but I think it was probably a misstep. Just a little shocking--electric treadmills are quite unpleasant to stumble on.
I must colour my hair again to-night! Oh. There's always such a lot to do; but I really must this time, because it's fading something dreadful and I'll be natural again if I don't take some action. ^_~ My hair's growing out such a lot, it's all down to my shoulders now. Not all bobbed short any more.
This must be a good day. I have decided to be an old painting, and be happy with it--I shall not want to be invisible, I shall want to be part of an old oil painting of Venus back when one's ideal was not to be immensely slender. It will probably pass by to-morrow; but at the moment, I'm satisfied entirely. I've been dancing a little in the living room--the floor's big and blue-carpet and there's no piano there any more, so there's a great big space for dancing. To-day I think-- you know, I rather think I'm-- goodness, a little beautiful? The way I want to be.
Watch it pass by to-morrow.
^__________^ To get to work, now. This is silly.
I shall visit Miss Zara in three weeks! <33333
...Oh, and I love Agatha Christie madly.
Sort of. It's that kind of clear, bright-eyed, far too lucid exhaustion, where one can feel that one's eyes ache and one's head's a bit headachy and fuzzy, but very wide awake.
Sillllly.
At any rate--more cleaning to do to-day, and to get to work right away, yes. More baking to do to-day.
Also, I've fixed my treadmill, so I'm making up all the time I missed over the weekend, from Friday and Saturday. Clever me, tired me. ^_^;; Actually, my knee gave again and I nearly fell, but I think it was probably a misstep. Just a little shocking--electric treadmills are quite unpleasant to stumble on.
I must colour my hair again to-night! Oh. There's always such a lot to do; but I really must this time, because it's fading something dreadful and I'll be natural again if I don't take some action. ^_~ My hair's growing out such a lot, it's all down to my shoulders now. Not all bobbed short any more.
This must be a good day. I have decided to be an old painting, and be happy with it--I shall not want to be invisible, I shall want to be part of an old oil painting of Venus back when one's ideal was not to be immensely slender. It will probably pass by to-morrow; but at the moment, I'm satisfied entirely. I've been dancing a little in the living room--the floor's big and blue-carpet and there's no piano there any more, so there's a great big space for dancing. To-day I think-- you know, I rather think I'm-- goodness, a little beautiful? The way I want to be.
Watch it pass by to-morrow.
^__________^ To get to work, now. This is silly.
I shall visit Miss Zara in three weeks! <33333
...Oh, and I love Agatha Christie madly.