Im really tired of eating chinese food, paying for laundry and my tea going cold while I day dream about things that matter but consume too much tea drinking time.
Everything is in a suitcase and the things that are not feel like they dont have a place.
I want an oven.
My stockings got a massive ladder in them this morning and I spilt my tea on my skirt before I had to leave.
I feel somewhat really stupid and embarrassed. My clothes rarely match, Im really unfit, exhausted, overworked, if I blush one more time my cheeks will explode.
If only I had normal TV I would crawl into bed and host the biggest pity party.
Just RSVP by the weekend.