I need better excuses to not leave the house. Even the smallest activity outside eats up on a good part of your day, you come back, haggard and tired, or at least a bit worn from the world outside and then you think of things you have to do once you're inside. It kind of breaks your heart.
The thought of cooking lunch is sending shrieks down my spine, even though I'm late for lunch both to cook and eat. I could've eaten outside, but guess what I wasn't hungry then.. and I'm kinda still not hungry, so let's play it by the ear.
Come winters and my appetite sort of dies. I know it's strange. Usually the exact opposite happens but not to me. I think extremes of any weather, be it summer or winter kill my hunger.
Wonders shall never cease.
I've a drawing pending, over hundred photographs to edit and write about, and other writing things pending.
I ask you, how is a girl supposed to manage? I mean I need to invoke a goddess and grow a couple few extra limbs and get on with things.
The thought of cooking lunch is sending shrieks down my spine, even though I'm late for lunch both to cook and eat. I could've eaten outside, but guess what I wasn't hungry then.. and I'm kinda still not hungry, so let's play it by the ear.
Come winters and my appetite sort of dies. I know it's strange. Usually the exact opposite happens but not to me. I think extremes of any weather, be it summer or winter kill my hunger.
Wonders shall never cease.
I've a drawing pending, over hundred photographs to edit and write about, and other writing things pending.
I ask you, how is a girl supposed to manage? I mean I need to invoke a goddess and grow a couple few extra limbs and get on with things.
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