Monday Has Broken
At the risk of sounding cliched, god I hate Mondays!
Along with the rest of the world, we are skint because it's January. Therefore we spent a very enjoyable weekend watching 4 out of 6 discs of the Lost boxset, which I mysteriously received for Christmas despite it not being out in the UK yet. I can only assume it was sneakily imported from the US for my viewing pleasure...
Also managed to remain virtuous and vegetable-eating all weekend, along with only 4 glasses of wine - probably my lowest weekend alcohol consumption since around 1998. I weighed myself on Friday morning (dooooooooooom!!!) so I guess that gave me the added willpower. Either way, it's going well and I do feel better for it, though let's just skip over the fact that the change in diet has made my skin 'expel toxins' in the form of loads of spots (which He reckons aren't even visible, but I think He's just being nice/lying through his teeth).
Anyway, I hate Mondays. This is because my job is tedious and I don't like it. It is also because I am so much better at sitting around than I am at working to someone else's schedule. Which, when you think about it, could be a problem!
In other news: there is an inch thick layer of dust on the first draft of the novel; He is ill and therefore swings between stroppy and snuggly; I already have two weddings to go to this year; Covent Garden Tomato and Basil soup is one of the nicest things I've ever tasted; my last few items of clothing are seriously starting to fall apart; I am supposed to 'come into money' by the end of the month; my fingernails are silver and sparkly.
Along with the rest of the world, we are skint because it's January. Therefore we spent a very enjoyable weekend watching 4 out of 6 discs of the Lost boxset, which I mysteriously received for Christmas despite it not being out in the UK yet. I can only assume it was sneakily imported from the US for my viewing pleasure...
Also managed to remain virtuous and vegetable-eating all weekend, along with only 4 glasses of wine - probably my lowest weekend alcohol consumption since around 1998. I weighed myself on Friday morning (dooooooooooom!!!) so I guess that gave me the added willpower. Either way, it's going well and I do feel better for it, though let's just skip over the fact that the change in diet has made my skin 'expel toxins' in the form of loads of spots (which He reckons aren't even visible, but I think He's just being nice/lying through his teeth).
Anyway, I hate Mondays. This is because my job is tedious and I don't like it. It is also because I am so much better at sitting around than I am at working to someone else's schedule. Which, when you think about it, could be a problem!
In other news: there is an inch thick layer of dust on the first draft of the novel; He is ill and therefore swings between stroppy and snuggly; I already have two weddings to go to this year; Covent Garden Tomato and Basil soup is one of the nicest things I've ever tasted; my last few items of clothing are seriously starting to fall apart; I am supposed to 'come into money' by the end of the month; my fingernails are silver and sparkly.
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