Solitary Sunday

7:15
Rainrainrainwindwindwindwind
HeyIdon’tfeelsoawesomerightnowrainrainraininrainwindwindwindKABOOMIdon’tfeelsohot

7:45
Hmm, I see that, according to Facebook, everyone else in Wellington has noticed the bad weather as well. Fascinating. I feel gross.

8:15
Urrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh.
Arrrrrrgggggggghhhhh.
Bleuuuuurrrrrggggghhhh.

9:30
Bed, I love you bed. I love you forever, bed. I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever leave you, bed.

10:00
zzzzzzzzzzzzzz Why, Phillip Seymour Hoffman! Run away with you? But won’t it compromise your artistic integrity? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

10:30
“My belly is emo. I think it’s just overblown emo belly.”

10:45
Is it weird that I asked my mom to bring me conditioner from the States? Is it weird that I plan on bringing back cheap lip balm from the States? Is it weird that I’m shaving my armpits with something that smells like pomegranate?

11:15
Toast? Porridge? Toast? Porridge?

12:15
I guess I should vacuum. Or something. I guess I could paint my nails. I guess I could read the rest of this book, if by ‘read the rest of this book’ I mean ‘fall asleep droolishly on this couch right here under a blanket that reminds me suspiciously of Cookie Monster’s fur,’ which I totally do.

1:00
Couch, I love you couch. I love you forever, couch. I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever leave you, couch, even though the weather seems to have cleared up nicely.

1:45
“Mom, is there a cat you can hold up to the camera? Like, just there in the room? Awwww, La Tiburòn! Hi! Hi kitty! Who’s a good cat? Who’s a good kitty? Who…wow, yeah, who does NOT want to wave to the camera, huh.”

2:15
If I put on jeans and a bra and shoes I can just go to the store like this and then I can have soup for dinner and I will feel so much better. I will still be mostly in my pajamas. It will be fine. I can do it. I CAN DO IT.

3:00
I can do it! As soon as I look at this thing on the internet.

4:30
I have been sitting or lying down all day. I wonder if I can do a push-up? Huh, yeah…okay, no. I wonder if I can do crunches? Hrrrrrrrggggggghhhh okay, definitely no. I wonder if I can get all the way up into a headstand? No. No, no, NO.

5:15
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Why, Glen Hansard! Run away with you? But what about the band? And what about Marketa? I follow her on Twitter too, you know! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

5:30
I HATE this stupid SMOKE ALARM that always goes OFF whenever I COOK and NOW I have to find the STEP STOOL and it won’t stop BEEPING all I want to do is MAKE SOME SOUP because my TUMMY HURTS BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP OMG BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

6:00
Pesto on top of the minestrone, kids. Good for what ails you.

6:30
Knit knit knit knit purl purl purl purl knit knit knit knit purl purl purl purl knit knit knit purl purl purl knit purl wait. Was that a knit or a purl? Was it…can I…hang on. Knit? Purl? Knit? Purl?

7:30
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BLACK something something COMING BAAACK…something something BOIL THE SEA, something TAKE THE SKY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEE

8:00
It has been dark for three hours now, so it’s fine for me to get back in bed. Those are the rules.

8:30
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Why, Jarvis Cocker! Run away with you? Okay totally zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz