the things in my head

Coloured my hair today. Always a tricky day, usually filled with tears and bad mood.

Me: “How’s my hair. You can tell me.”

Him: *blank stare*

Me: “I’m gonna ask my cat. Misiu understands me.“

*I ask my cat repetitively while pushing my head into his fur.* 

Cat looks at me with his ears back.

So 'tis the time to be stressed with university workload and running around like a headless chicken, doing last minute changes and fixations. Hence the commencement of this , wheey .D

I started stress-eating and I am not willing to give up the fight and let sugary, salty badness in my life again (saying this AFTER I had my first packet of crisps in about four months, a milky-way, a cheesecake [pretty much for lunch, my family brought it kindly when visiting this morning] swapped my green tea for earl grey with SUGAR). Read a few articles today, it is a disorder that needs to be tackled. The sooner it's recognised the better, or it can slowly turn into a habit and obediently bring back all the lost pounds that you thought you said goodbye to forever!

So there. This is my motivation for doing this instead of looking at phenomenological approaches to feminisation of public relations. I've done a 36 hour shift on this in the past three days, my eyes turned red, like a rabbit's eyes and it's generally pretty messy in my house due to lack of time but hey! Not that the extra unnecessary time in front of the computer will ever help!