For quite a long time now, I have had this inner battle with myself. I have become reclusive, yet feel that I should force myself to mingle. Perhaps mingle might be a tad exuberant, maybe just going outdoors.
Yet Sunday's are meant for lazy days. If it's damp and grey, then there is even more justification to stay indoors, safe, away from people.
Today, I feel like I have won the lottery. Sunday, miserable grey weather. Fully stocked cupboards, and a new season of After Life, on Netfix. The whole day has been a pajama day. No people, not even calls or texts - like I ever get any. But a guilt free day.
The consisted largely of extreme sofa surfing. Watching tv. And, eating bizarre combinations of junk food. I continued yesterday's Coke, ice and lemon. But with several sides, if not a while banquet consisting mainly of lemon drizzle cake, fresh rocket, and prawn cocktail crisps; like some kind of an avant-garde slob.
Yet Sunday's are meant for lazy days. If it's damp and grey, then there is even more justification to stay indoors, safe, away from people.
Today, I feel like I have won the lottery. Sunday, miserable grey weather. Fully stocked cupboards, and a new season of After Life, on Netfix. The whole day has been a pajama day. No people, not even calls or texts - like I ever get any. But a guilt free day.
The consisted largely of extreme sofa surfing. Watching tv. And, eating bizarre combinations of junk food. I continued yesterday's Coke, ice and lemon. But with several sides, if not a while banquet consisting mainly of lemon drizzle cake, fresh rocket, and prawn cocktail crisps; like some kind of an avant-garde slob.
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