it is Saturday
it is birthday week
I managed to make it into work all week, HUZZAH!
it was a looooong week full of school meetings and doctors appointments and actually going into the office
I am in the middle of the mother of all fibro flares
I washed the floors, twice in the space of an hour
I didn’t kill anyone
I didn’t punch anyone (even though I wanted to)
I am sick of myself and my incessant fucking whining
my nose still hurts
why the fuck not
there is left over whipped cream in the fridge that needs to be used up
MPS is going out
there is only one episode left of Six Feet Under to watch and I will miss those motherfuckers
I don’t need a reason…
I am having apple crumble for dinner.*
I count AT LEAST 3 food groups.
Do you ever have dessert for dinner?
Or a bag of Smiths chicken flavoured chips which were my second choice but it seems that Boo found them first… arsehole.
*alas my eyes were bigger than my stomach and MPS scarfed down half the plate before he left to *insert heavily animated quotation marks here* “study” with his workmates on a Saturday night. But they are in IT so they probably will be talking boring computer shit anyway.