Ugh. *Makes this face:*
Ask me what’s wrong. What’s wrong Jane?
Ask again. What’s wrong Jane?
Okay, fine. If you absolutely must know, I was lying awake last night (you know, wondering if my boyfriend’s snoring was comparable to a vibrating mountain goat or a hungry llama. Standard) and I mentally wrote a poem. And it was amazing. I mean, I know it’s easy to say that now, but really, you guys would’ve been all like:
I even was practicing my Nobel prize acceptance speech, where I would’ve been all like “and finally…thank you Mother Nature, for the words.”
I woke up this morning, and I had forgotten every word. Every. Single. Word. I don’t even know what my poem was about. It could have been Homeric in its epicness (or been about dancing iguanas) but alas…the world will never know. *wipes single tear away from eye*
Anyway, I’ll get over it. I’m technically on Easter holidays at the moment, which means this:
Jack is working most days, which means I’m just lolling about the house, trying to teach my cat how to do bookkeeping, ’cause I figure that’ll come in handy at some stage. She’ll be like my personal Andy Dufresne.
My health hasn’t been great. I’m not a hypochondriac…which is totally something a hypochondriac would say, d’oh. But I’ve had ongoing problems for over a year now and I’ve decided to abstain from dairy and wheat just to see if it helps. So far, it hasn’t and I’m super-cranky because I can’t have milk chocolate, which is the equivalent of taking hairspray off this guy:
I have a lot to look forward to, though. My sister is getting married in June and a week later, one of my best friends is getting married too. I’m her bridesmaid, which is potentially the worst decision she has ever made but hey, let’s go with it. Her hen party is next weekend, and I just ordered the most ridiculous costume to wear. Let’s just say it involves leg warmers and a tutu. I don’t even know how that happened. I’m going to make Lady Gaga’s fashion choices look conservative.
So that’s basically my life right now. I have some fun things coming up, which I will reveal in due course.
So…why don’t you tell me what’s been going on with you and I’ll tell you how I used to think line dancing was actually called lion dancing and wouldn’t lion dancing actually be amazing? Okay, bye.