I know quantity doesn’t guarantee* quality, but here I go again. The doctor told me I need to talk to my friends, but I don’t really have any or moreso – the few I have are long distance, busy and burnt out and my low self esteem doesn’t allow me to tell them things I deem non-essential.
So enter blog *melting smiley face emoji*

*I can never spell that word, surely there are two u’s?!?!?

I hate packing.

I started this morning, then made myself an iced coffee [(vanilla & almond milk pls) actually I need to get some coffee & syrup for the road], then I got sidetracked by a pack of pistachios that are coming with me. So now I’m sitting here removing the shells, because I would rather waste an hour or two now removing shells than having the inconvenience of removing them while eating them. It ruins the eating experience, ya know?

I have a bit of a dilemma – I always have this dilemma actually lol. I can’t fathom what the weather will be like where I’m going, because it’s going to be different to what I’m experiencing right now.

So here I am packing 5 t-shirts, but if I go where I want to go, it will be too hot to wear them. But if I end up where I think I will, I will likely be wearing them a bit. Same with jumpers. I don’t need 2 cute light jumpers, but if I end up somewhere along the coast, I will need them. I won’t if I’m in the north.

Fuck, dilemma!!!

and work clothes.

But I’m just gonna put them in a separate bag and store them in the passenger footwell, because they’re kinda a necessity for just-in-case.

I don’t want to not bring something I might need, like a cute warm pullover, because I’m trying to do ‘no spend’ this year as well.

I honestly don’t know how I would go packing for a backpacking trip, but presumably I would be staying in a warm climate and not fucking with this seasonal bullshit.

Hello follicular phase!

It could be hormonal or it could be the fact I’ve been on the treadmill the last few days, but I am feeling light and energetic. Weird that the stationary bike doesn’t really give me a dopamine hit lol, but I’ll put it down to hormones.

Thinking about how miserable I was last week – I don’t know if it shows in the posts, but apologies if it does and thank you for sticking around – really reinforces why I refuse to have children. PMDD is actually so awful and there isn’t enough research on it at the moment. Maybe when I’m ready to have a child (I say as if my child-bearing years have not already peaked and I’m not on the decline)

I’ve nearly finished ‘Off The Deep End’. I don’t really like the story and if it were a physical book, I’d have tossed it by now. But the accents are so comforting and I’ve grown attached to it. I have been skipping the lesbo scenes though, because I don’t want to hear that*.

*No hate to same sex couples, I am 95% asexual.

Anyway.

Best get back to shelling my pistachios and packing 😦