Made it home in the usual number of pieces.
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If I manage to get out of my pyjamas this morning, I'll count that as a victory. Might even celebrate by going back to bed.
So hungry.
Time to try and get back to sleep.
Toast! And! Marmalade!
This is your brain on crippling amounts of anxiety. Almost managed to leave the house today though! That's.. something, right?
Huh, I must've ordered a bunch of stuff off Amazon while I was half asleep yesterday. Exciting!
What other horrors lurk at the back of the wardrobe?
Made it home in one slightly sleepy, slightly sore piece. Time for bath, mug of tea, nap.
Made enough breakfast that I'll probably still be eating it for dinner.
"You look really grown-up in that cardigan," he said. Thank you, Magical Disguise Cardigan.
Came home to find glass of juice and sandwich left on table for lunch. Or maybe I've just eaten someone else's lunch.
"It's not really a quiche at this point, it's more like a barely-edible testament to the folly of the human condition."
Okay, outside world, do your worst!
"I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
Now I am become Snuffles, the destroyer of tissues.
Today's episode is brought to you by tea, chocolate digestives and a vague sense that you've forgotten something mildly important.
"How bad can under the bed be, exactly?"
I own five pairs of glasses and have managed to lose them all this morning.
“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, post like there's nobody reading...”
Tea provides few answers but, helpfully, asks even fewer questions.
Rescued by a cup of tea, solf-boiled eggs and buttery toast.
I'm taking procrastination to new, dangerous depths this morning.
"Why toast when you can roast?"
What's that, bed? You think I should have a nap? Okay!
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