Prissie the Grouch
It's 0421hrs, Tuesday morning. I was woken up by a bad dream and now it's next to impossible to go back to sleep. The incessant dripping of water in the pipes somewhere doesn't help :p Ordinarily I would be on the phone with J., like I always do when I have a bad dream, but now I can't, and it sucks :( BLEH!!! I've become such a grouch... Why?
Because I feel old.
I feel like a decrepit old cow.
A decrepit old cow who gets a buzz after only ONE mug of vodka 7-Up.
Who has not clubbed in a looooooooooooooong time.
Who gets worn out by normal daily events so easily that I'm in bed by 2300hrs.
And prefer quiet Sundays at home by myself.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaawn.......... I'm so BORING!!!
I need a snack.
3 comments:
hey, sounds like me.
we can be old biddies together.
love yen
Me too. Come on Pris, you don't have a kid in the pipeline yet... :p And quiet Sundays are the BEST things ever to balance out a crazy week at work. Come over to our flat and we'll bake or cook something to embrace homebody-hood.
mich: Oh yes please! The last time I cooked for fun or for someone other than myself was in June!
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