chipped nail polish? check.
overwhelming sense of tiredness? check.
aching limbs? check.
A morning check revealing a combination of the above usually means it’s Monday morning. Add to that the feeling of something being missing and you can usually guarantee that the weekend involved either me or the boyfriend doing a long drive at the end of it.
I painted my nails (yellow, of course) on Thursday night and now they are battered and war torn. I know I should take it off, it looks disgusting and messy but I probably won’t. I’m lazy and the post weekend ennui is already setting in. It was hard enough to get dressed this morning and to keep my eyes open as I walked to work – please don’t make me think about anything more complex than that until we at least hit Wednesday.
This evening I was supposed to be working but all I’ve done is eat Maltesers and watch the IT Crowd – it’s done nothing to further issue three of Télégramme but at least my mind is a bit more relaxed. I have a panda next to me and a glass of apple juice, plus a hundred and one* books to read if I want to, but all I really want to do is lie down roughly 209 miles away and that I won’t stop wanting that until I get to do it every day. If someone could fix that for me, I’d be super grateful – I promise. Until then I guess it’s apple juice and Stephen King for me. Sigh.
*okay, about 25