I screwed up my sleeping patterns again, resulting in a totally slothful day. I read and napped and did damn near nothing else, despite having a long list of household odds and ends I intended to do.
The real problem with that is the inevitable inability to sleep at a normal hour, leading me to stay up until all hours reading again. I should, at the very least, be making a dent in the household paperwork, but I am just not in the mood. I am turning into a character in bad chick lit. Next thing you know, I will be buying expensive shoes with four inch heels and getting facials from French "therapists" who tut tut over every blemish and try to sell me moisturizers made from the placentas of endangered species. (Not to self: do not read essay collection by Marian Keyes just after early mid-afternoon nap.)
I will try to be more interesting tomorrow or at least get out of my pyjamas.
Copyright 2006 Miriam H. Nadel