2003-02-18 - 6:58 p.m.
My mother isn't speaking to me and my bruise looks like I coloured it in with yellow highlighter and red pen while I was asleep.
Not all in all a bad day, surprisingly.
I am being mopey. My hair needs a good wash and my legs need moisturising and my skin needs two litres of water and yet all I can seem to do is hang around, because I've just realised this is my last week checkoutchicking ever and also that my holidays are actually finite [uni starts again in just under 2 weeks].
I'm quietly freaked out by this and this has resulted in me doing my very convincing impression of an inanimate object.
And the lack of movement translates to and unpeaceful lack of thinking which means this entry is done now.
Not all in all a bad day, surprisingly.
I am being mopey. My hair needs a good wash and my legs need moisturising and my skin needs two litres of water and yet all I can seem to do is hang around, because I've just realised this is my last week checkoutchicking ever and also that my holidays are actually finite [uni starts again in just under 2 weeks].
I'm quietly freaked out by this and this has resulted in me doing my very convincing impression of an inanimate object.
And the lack of movement translates to and unpeaceful lack of thinking which means this entry is done now.
