Sometimes having nothing to do on a Sunday can be bad but having something to do on Sunday but not be able to do it because you’re so damn tired and sick, is worst.
I have not eaten, have not said hi to my roomie, didn’t go to work and there is a bag of prawnies still stuffed in my freezer – probably happy they aren’t chilling with fellow mangoes and asparagus in a salad meant for some picnickers today.
I should get offline, get out or fold my himalayan stack of laundry.
Lamentations seem to be all that I’m good at voicing out these days, and now with my new lappy toppy, gear up for online rants, like this one, more often than desired.
My first fitting is in two days time and I still have a Jack Black tummy.
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