We lost Saturday. That happened. We spent Friday night/Saturday day on a plane/in airports and when we left it was just before lunch on Friday but when we arrived Saturday was over with and it was bed time. So Saturday just didn’t happen.
But that’s OK because we still had a 2 day weekend because Monday was a Bank Holiday. But then Tuesday felt like Monday. And today I don’t even know what the day is, I just know I want to sleep.
Please can I sleep.
It was very cruel of the bank holiday weekend to fall on the same weekend I have to contend with jet lag.
What year are we in?
This has happened. Our group has been all sat together and someone got a text and genuinely looked at us all to see which one of us sent it because who else could it be…
Forgetting that, y’know, they have a family and stuff.
I need a big life overhaul but I have zero energy to do it.
I am my own worst enemy, I have forever been a “It’s ok I’ll do it tomorrow” person.
Only my head is beginning to realise slowly that eventually I will run out of tomorrows and actually I need to do it now.
I get little bursts of energy and enthusiasm but they are at the most inconvenient times and by the time I’m in a place where I can act on it, all enthusiasm is lost.
Basically, I am an idiot.
The Cheesecake Factory is a place designed to kill you, I swear to god.
I am so ridiculously full. I am going to go home Saturday, hug my cross trainer and apologise to it for all the extra weight that has appeared.
*disgruntled full noises*