Some days I sit here at the computer for ages and I am in such a quandary about what to write first that I end up writing nothing at all. I keep glancing at the clock and think, ‘gosh 7pm already, three hours until annoyingly early bedtime’, and then I glance up again and think ‘oh no 8pm, two hours to go’, and so on. It is really counter-productive!
I’m in a bit of an odd mood at the moment. I keep mooning around my room and picking things up and putting them down again. I then sit here and click on increasingly random websites. I just woke up from replaying the theme tune from Tales of the Unexpected for the umpteenth time and thought what on earth am I doing?
Sometimes I feel like Sundays are nothing but a precursor to Mondays and I hate that feeling but it is really hard to shake. I’m sort of in the mood to do a Mournful Collage to my Lost Youth (ever get the feeling a birthday is looming on the horizon?) and fear overblown poetry lurks around the corner. Luckily the dryer has buzzed saving you from that fate (oh Sunday, day of washing fun).
But there are also good things! My contest ends tonight at midnight, and I am looking forward to collating all the entries and picking out four winners at some point this week. Thank you to everyone who tweeted or blogged about the comp, it has been so lovely to see Ginger’s face on your blogs! Also another good thing (and this is unashamedly girlie) is I have a new bag to replace Jaws (the old one). It is green and looks like it could easily hold a Harry Potter (my rule when buying bags – if they can carry one of those literary breezeblocks then they can handle any book in the entire world).
Glances at clock, realises there are fifty minutes until bed. AGH!
Can I please just win the lottery? I know money doesn't buy happiness but I'd give it my best shot.