Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with me.
I have been a bit off since seeing the head shrinker a few weeks back.
Seems he cracked open the door to my crazy, letting it seep out all over the floor making a mess and then he fucked off to Europe for a month, leaving me holding the mop.
And I have never been good at mopping, preferring to shut the door behind me and pretend it never happened.
Apparently that isn’t healthy and can lead to shit like heart disease and strokes and such.
So I have been doing the motions of life and trying to not
cry think too much, going out to brunch (above), visiting Ally and Maddie and wandering around their fab new suburb, and cleaning shit that probably doesn’t need cleaning and ignoring the shit that I should be doing.
In other healthy news I am desperately trying to hit the 10,000 steps a day goal and failing miserably.
Who the fuck does 10,000 steps in a normal day?
I have a theory that it is like the whole ‘8 glasses a day of water’ and ‘5 serves of veggies a day’ thing where you don’t actually NEED that much to live and be healthy but people are lazy fuckers so they double what we need to eat to compensate for it.
Kinda like how people tell MPS to be somewhere half an hour BEFORE he is needed cause he is a chronically late bastard. And likes to make an entrance.
Do you do 10,000 steps a day? HOW??!?!?!
Are you chronically late? Fucking Diva.
Would you like my left over bacon? Lets do brunch!