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I woke up with full-blown ennui this morning. A really vicious sort that makes a person want to do irrational things.
But I didn't. I had a few hypothetical arguments/smackdowns with specific people, then got my kid dressed and had some tea. I did spill a bit of tea on my pants and I thought about crying because my wardrobe seems to consist of stained clothes with more spills each day. There are some days when I don't even really get out of my pajamas. I think about it and then I realize it is four in the afternoon and I think, "what's the point?"
Blahblah this too shall pass, don't give a fuck right now.
I need to do something about the dark circles under my eyes. Maybe a little wood putty will do the trick. *snorts* I need new makeup. Just something to slather over the scary skin and to distract from the fact that I look so pale at times that you might think I'd lost a pint of blood. Though who knows maybe looking as if you may pass over right then is chic this season.
Anyhow. Things aren't too bad. I trimmed about an inch off of my hair so the split-ends are gone. I think I will book that massage for this Saturday because my in laws are arriving next week and I should be slightly relaxed and sociable for them. I like them and I am sure we will have a lovely time, but still... relations.
Sometimes to entertain Alex I will an impression of Anne from Little Britain. That weird noise "Anne" makes seems to make Alex giggle. Whatever it takes to amuse the Sun King. Last night he was being extra fussy -right when I was making dinner. The only thing that calmed him were the songs of Rodgers and Hammerstein, songs from Madonna's Immaculate Collection and a little Gershwin.
But I didn't. I had a few hypothetical arguments/smackdowns with specific people, then got my kid dressed and had some tea. I did spill a bit of tea on my pants and I thought about crying because my wardrobe seems to consist of stained clothes with more spills each day. There are some days when I don't even really get out of my pajamas. I think about it and then I realize it is four in the afternoon and I think, "what's the point?"
Blahblah this too shall pass, don't give a fuck right now.
I need to do something about the dark circles under my eyes. Maybe a little wood putty will do the trick. *snorts* I need new makeup. Just something to slather over the scary skin and to distract from the fact that I look so pale at times that you might think I'd lost a pint of blood. Though who knows maybe looking as if you may pass over right then is chic this season.
Anyhow. Things aren't too bad. I trimmed about an inch off of my hair so the split-ends are gone. I think I will book that massage for this Saturday because my in laws are arriving next week and I should be slightly relaxed and sociable for them. I like them and I am sure we will have a lovely time, but still... relations.
Sometimes to entertain Alex I will an impression of Anne from Little Britain. That weird noise "Anne" makes seems to make Alex giggle. Whatever it takes to amuse the Sun King. Last night he was being extra fussy -right when I was making dinner. The only thing that calmed him were the songs of Rodgers and Hammerstein, songs from Madonna's Immaculate Collection and a little Gershwin.
