I have this bad habit of saying I’ll do something, but then never getting around to it. I also leave crap around ALL THE TIME because I tell myself I’ll clean it up “later.” My boyfriend calls them my mountains.
This could very quickly turn into a post littered with self-loathing, with me berating myself over never getting anything done on time and my apparently inability to be a real adult, despite the fact that I’m 27 years old. But I digress. Besides, I never feel any better after a pity party anyway.
The best thing to do is to continue on as if my little hiccups never happened. I rather dropped the ball this weekend when it comes to posts: I had a couple already photographed and planned in my head and all I had to do was to make the time to schedule them in WordPress.
Instead, I went out on Saturday night and stayed out waaay later than intended. I did have a great time catching up with my friends from high school, one of which I rarely see nowadays, but we probably should have called it a night before 1:45 am rolled around.
Then, after a mere 5 hours of sleep, I had to wake up, slightly hungover, and go to work. The store I work in at the mall will be renovating for a month, and we had to go in on Sunday to pack up. This meant lifting heavy boxes ALL DAY. FOR HOURS. Whilst already sleep-deprived and feeling like shit. After that, I had to go to a family dinner. Needless to say, the last couple of days have felt like a complete blur.