It’s been a rainy, stormy Melbourne day (thank goodness, we really need the rain!) and I woke up not feeling particularly crash-hot. What the hell is wrong with my mood I can’t tell, maybe it’s premenstrual crap or something. A new pair of jeans I bought arrived as well as my mother’s Avon order for the current campaign (which, lucky me, I get to pack, being her slave labour! hee hee) so that forced me out of my pyjamas.
But most notably, I pulled out a book I’m meant to be reviewing for Blogcritics and actually wrote some of my review. Yippee! It’s still not quite finished I seem to have writers’ block when it comes to saying certain things, but it’s almost finished.
I know things could be worse (please spare a thought for my dear friend whose father just passed away), or I could be wearing a plastic collar like my cat still is. I wish I could be fitter, happier, more productive, like the song…
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