miserabelle

Today was a nonevent; I woke up, muscles aching as usual... I can never quite stretch enough to satisfy my limbs and it makes me wonder whether I've really woken up, sometimes I imagine I'm too tired to get up when in reality it's a faux sleep duping me into spending extra hours buried under my bed sheets. I finally dragged myself out of my bedroom door, barefoot and stumbling over forgotten things that I've been too lazy to tidy away to find that my sister had just that second locked herself in the bathroom - disaster! She was running late for work and reluctant to give me a few precious minutes to relieve myself and brush my teeth.

We compromised, I hurried. Grabbing my toothbrush I squeezed the value mint-flavoured toothpaste out of the tube onto the bristles; jamming it into my mouth I made my way downstairs to the kitchen sink. Cleaning my teeth amidst the smell of cooking food is not an experience in which I relish so I hurried to get it over with as quickly as possible.

The hours passed and I watched a banal series of television programmes; not even the news had an interesting or particularly convincing plotline so I took to exercising, not understanding how the machines know how many calories you've burned or why time on the stepper is limited to fifteen minutes in case of explosions. I took out my magazines and cut and pasted pictures of celebrities and models together to make a fashionista made from miscellaneous limbs and coats. Then I drew for a while... today it made me complentative rather than enraged, and frustrated.
















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