I’m sad. I’m angry. I’m…desolate. I swear it has something to do with my parents’ place. Spent most of the week elsewhere and was fine, even if a certain moron claims I need looking after. What would he know, his head’s too far up his own arse see reality as it is.
Wrote the draft of my next beauty column. I hate it. Managed to fix my Miniblog feed (syndication) because it went all wonky. Stupid thing. Then there’s the beauty forum I frequent, it’s so quiet. All the brainy beauties I got used to seeing there don’t seem to be there at the moment. A lipstick I was planning to sell might have got lost in the mail and I have this awful suspicion the person sending it back won’t be forthcoming about reimbursement.
I did manage to go to yoga finally, and buy myself a mat. Wow, have I lost confidence! It’s weird - all these awesome things I used to be able to do freak me out now. I’m going back on Monday and will try to go twice a week.
Ralenth probably hates my guts because I still haven’t been able to get into the city centre to pick up some Japanese bath goodies. I was going to send her my own ones from my stash but I don’t have as many as I thought. Poo! Am still a bit spastic in public places. Not that long ago, I nearly passed out because someone was too close behind me, at the post office queue.
I forgot to take my mood stabilisers with me at the place I was staying at, and must say it was nice! Had a bit more balance and made myself a seriously potent martini and chugged the damn thing and a beer with virtually no effects aside from me being sleepy. Usually the stupid things interfere with the enzyme responsible for breaking down alcohol so I tend to feel ill if I have even just a sip.
Hopefully things will pick up a bit next week. I think I might tell my friend that I would consider moving in with him after all even though he’s way messy and it’ll drive me up the wall. The whole searching for somewhere cheap enough by oneself thing is not at all working.
