EVERY. TIME. It’s 2017. Can’t we come up with some kind of popcorn mouth guard that allows us to enjoy it without needing to do tongue yoga afterwards in order to secure the release of some rogue kernels? Someone get on this please.
I am so tired. I am tired for reasons but those reasons can fudge off right now. All I want to do is eat chocolate. Sleep. Sleep. And more sleep. One of these days I may try and do something fun on my weekend but no. I’m gonna watch TV and be my usual snarky self. -clink-
Actually, the snark-o-meter is broken this week. I actually cried my way through an episode of television this morning. Like, for forty odd minutes I was just welling up. The episode content was sad but I generally don’t cry over TV. Those reasons really need to fudge off.
Or night. Morning? I don’t know. My days kind of blend into each other. Anyway, here’s the quote:
My week has been a mixed bag, it’s been a lot of just work, bad sleep, work, worrying, bad sleep, work and so on. I have a day off at least so hopefully I’ll get some good sleep within the next three days.
The worst thing that happened to me this week was this, though. I was sort of slowly making my way to sleep and I went bouncing into a room bounce bounce and then as I was on my way out, something went twang in my right foot. It hurt like craaaaazy. I had to limp my way to bed. I thought nothing of it because I’m me. Clumsy is in my DNA. However, three days later and it huuuuurts. If I put too much weight on it then trouble and wearing shoes has been an issue. For the most part I can walk but it’s a bit swollen at the moment.
Life always seems to be happy to be that extra shitty when I don’t need it but whatever, hopefully it’ll be better soon.
Other disappointments include me discovering that something I thought had happened technically didn’t. I tried to enquire about it but received no responses (sigh…). However, I won’t be deterred because I kind of need this to happen. So I’m going to start the process all over again. Normally I wouldn’t but life has been sort of of haphazard since October and I’m finally getting back on track, so I’m going to try and keep focused this time.
A friend and I were discussing anxiety this week and I realised that I kind of hate discussing it in public. I always think that people with either think less of me or that I should just shut up because everyone has problems.
I’m not the kind of person that has a specific piece of jewellery every day. Usually I will wear a gift constantly until one day I don’t. The exception was the black jelly bracelet I wore religiously to feel close to my ex-TV-boyfriend, Sam Winchester.
In most cases, I forget that I even own most of my jewellery pieces.
Except for one. Well, two. My bright pink button earrings and this blue and silver necklace I received as a gift many years ago. It was a silver dolphin jumping over some kind of blue pearl.
The girl that gave it to me was a close friend once but no longer. Yet somehow I always remember that necklace. I’ve searched high and low for it online but I have never seen anything that is truly similar. It’s no longer with me and that saddens me. It’s just a piece of jewellery and hey – I bought another dolphin necklace. It’s purple, adorable and I did not remember buying it for about a year.
I seriously shouldn’t be hung up over a piece of metal but I am.
Why? Well, I suppose because it reminds me of when my life was sort of stress free. Not entirely stress free because my life has always been crazy. But back then things were easier and I had less responsibility. I was freer.
Plus that necklace was seriously pretty. In some ways, the fact that I lost it makes me feel awful. If I truly cherished the gift would I have been so careless? Probably, because I’m fairly certain that I have undiagnosed ADD, but still. I will try to be careful in future. These days, I keep my gifts in one place and squee all over again when I happen to come across them.
There are days when I find myself wishing that I find that particular necklace one day so that I can run my finger over that blue pearl and remind myself of a time when things were better.
And also show it off because it was a kickass necklace.