I like that. 'Nothing days'. It perfectly describes my activity on a supposedly natural day. A day of constant munching: endless yoghurts, leftovers, apples. A sleep-socks day. A 'let's muse over the TV' day. A day of sleeping until 11. Those are the good days; the days of comfort. Laziness? Maybe. But, I tell you, comfort is one of the many continuous joys of life; and sometimes all we need.
I have just recently recovered from my crazy birthday weekend. I scheduled a tummy bug perfectly to hit me on the big day which gave the whole idea of stuffing cake into my face a very darkly-humorous twist. I meant to write this post many moons ago, alas, the dreaded beasts that appear in the form of homework had begun heaping on my desk. I am writing it now before the memories fade, and thus, without further ado, I shall get crack-a-lacking onwards!
Today I woke up and decided that there was only two options for my day: pyjamas and a bunny rabbit. I feel like spring is teasing us. There, the sun is out and life is good - until the rain starts, five minutes later. It's making me sad.
Despite springs indecisive mood swings, my bunny makes me happy again.
The days of late have been jam-packed with reading, watching and venturing and I feel in need of a well-deserved, much-needed break. I've been up to my eyeballs in homework and it is not doing good things for my mind. I happen to have red eyes, cold feet, hair in need of a desperate wash, and a bad breath; and as a culmination of these disturbances: I am now feeling sorry for myself and singing the blues.
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