Sundays, the residual ink left in pens that tends to water down right towards the end and form an unsightly blot when you try to shake off the nib in order to dispense with the clog.
Sunday's, also known as harbinger of minuscule irritants that may result in meltdowns most bizarre and unsightly.
One of the bigger reasons why I tend to dislike this day of the week might have something to do with how the entire idea of nutrition and health takes a backseat to comfort eatings and staying couched all day long, add to it the glaring mess that gets amassed in abundance while the day slowly erodes away.
Cushions scrunched to a painful crinkle on sofa's, remotes strewn all over coffee tables and dining tables, small snack bowls and coffee cups resting on tabletops and microscopic crumbs lodged carelessly in the fibres of living room rugs.
Add to that carefree imbibing of more than normal cups of coffee, teas and hot chocolates..and midday snacking to be sure.and to think I'm not even fond of snacking.
Things get out of control I tell you.
I feel like brooming the house for the third time now..what else is a gal to do?
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I've had almost two cups of espresso (courtesy naw machine), one cup of hot chocolate and 5 biscuits, apart from regular meals and fruits. That's almost three time more than my normal sugar intake.
Tomorrow I work out on the double. Yessir.
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