There are MacDonald’s adverts on telly that are making me crave burgers, even tho I had a perfectly tasty chickpea curry two hours ago. I have been eating like a horse all day, I think it might be the roasties I had yesterday. I have tried to sate my cravings with a multipack bag of beef hula hoops but it didn’t really hit the spot, surprisingly.
Today: I went into work and I did things, and someone invited me to do some extra curricular writing, and I said yes, even tho only a lunatic would say yes. I don’t have any time, but I like writing. I am a lunatic.
In all honesty, I’m quite stressed. Recognising this, I didn’t do any of the things I was supposed to do this evening, and I ran a hot bath, crumbling into it a whole Grass bubble bar into it. Grass is almost literally my favourite bath product, except that last time I used it, it smelt a bit like playdoh and I was a bit over it. Like I say, I develop a tolerance to certain Lush products. I’m glad to say my tolerance to Grass has lowered and I’m once again obsessed, even tho the one I used was a bit old and faded, and the colour of the water a bit incredible hulk. I didn’t care. It was so fresh and cheerful. I still smell of it now, like spring.
Just now, instead of doing what I am supposed to be doing or could usefully be doing, as well as eating hula hoops, I sent a couple of audacious emails. Sometimes, I get brave. I don’t suppose anything will come of them.
I have also watched a documentary about dementia, and now I am watching a documentary which features killer sausages, and I am slightly panicking about tomorrow, but I know that low level panic is likely to be a part of my week.
My phone just whooshed with the sound of an email coming in, and I thought it might be someone replying to one of my slightly-too-brave messages, but actually it was an advert for some gloves I am not going to buy.