Sunny and Saturday (day 6)
5 sucks. I will be having some animosity towards that number for a while, o at least, until one next number give me the shit 5 gave me yesterday. Day 5 has been by far the worst day. Mom said that thing about the good days and the bad days, and I said yada, yada, yada, and shit I should had been more prepared.
I wasn’t and day 5 was a horrible day, and sadly it wasn’t shitty not only for me. But today is day 6, and so far, I have a vague good feeling about today. Here goes the reasons so far:
1- I slept, for at least 4 hours. Yes, I cheated, but I have cheated for some days and I was a mess the day after. I am ok, today.
2- I didn’t puke last night. Hell no I am not pregnant, but fucking stress makes marine knots on my stomach and even if there is nothing there, I have to do the damn gagging.
3- I woke up to a beautiful fog, what means that today it will be sunny, and sun does the magic the sun has, and I as I write I see a blue sky and considering we are in Bergen… Point is, I am having breakfast with my sunglasses on.
4- I got to resolve some issues, somehow I am not sure if I should say resolve -I got mixed feelings about it but after a cup of coffee, I seemed to have slightly more peace inside. It can be the sun, also.
5- it´s sunny and it´s Saturday.
7- I am glad to be compulsive enough to have the things the make me happy completely charged. I am planning to discharge them all.
8- it´s sunny and it´s Saturday.
(Play it LOUD!)