This blog is not a deep, insightful look in to my views on death. It is merely how I feel. I feel like death! Yesterday I woke up with an awful pain behind my eyes. I've never had a migraine but I feared this was a bad sign and was sending me towards one. It wasn't. I was fortunate this time but with these awful pains later came... a runny nose!!! Running so much that it would seem it is in training for the Olympics. So I tucked up relatively early with Desperate Housewives and hoped that a good nights sleep would do me the world of good. It didn't. So today I have been fighting off a serious headache, runny nose and a funny ill-sounding voice. And tomorrow night I'm supposed to be going out, tonights sleep had better be more effective than last nights. I am supposed to enjoy life more, I cannot do that alone in my bed at 8pm. Bring on the magic of Lemsip!
Still no jobs to apply for today... but despite sitting about working doubly hard to keep my heavy head up, I have spent time searching for every interior design agency in Manchester to send my beautiful CV to and beg for even just a week of work experience. I'm just never sure how to phrase my requests without sounding like a desperate fool who will work for magic beans, so the hard part is still yet to come in writing a decent letter.
And now to go do some washing, this morning I had to resort to a skanky old pair of the boyfriends socks hiding away in my drawer because I just had no other clean ones... and in the process to go on yet another hunt for my stolen knickers. One of my favourite pairs has gone missing, I fear one of the ugly sisters may have them, how am I to wear my matching bra without them??? Yes, I have problems in my life at the moment; jobless, ill and seemingly bi-polar with my mood swings but of all my worries, my missing knickers come near the top of the list!
Jobs Applied For_ 0
Tears_ 0
Tissues_ Countless
