Thought I’d share my family’s insanity with you. Last weekend, youngest brother was fretting about what to wear for his end of year formal. Being the bratty youngest he insisted on a new suit, shirt and tie included. In the end, the second brother’s suit and black shirt fitted him fine. Not to mention second brother has a wide range of ties, from block colours of red, blue, silver to striped and polka dots patterns. In the end, we decided the pink tie popped with the otherwise all black ensemble so pink tie it was!
Now my youngest brother wants me to bring him to the hairdresser to dye his hair magenta for his formal.
Due dates mean stress. And stress effectively means cravings.
A dozen doughnuts amidst the pile of notes and unfinished thesis chapters is nothing out of the ordinary. I walloped three in one go, washing it down with a nice cuppa tea. The sugar fix kept me going for a few hours but til now I dare not look at their effects on my thighs.
One more essay to go. I officially hate uni. AND HONOURS.
It’s not that I don’t want to blog. It’s just that I have come down with a cold – fever, cough, runny nose, sneezing and the whole lot – AND cold sores all in less than a week. Still sniffing and coughing away as I learn to persevere and push through the pain, so I can get my thesis over and done with!
I may just die in front of the computer. Til’ then, pray for me please.
