it's just too little too late

did this last night NICE ISN'T IT

i've had a fucking busy day and it means that i've only just got home ergo only just got the chance to blog ergo this is probably not published on saturday ergo my "blogging for ___ days straight" chain has been broken ergo i'm sad. it's half past midnight and i'm hoping i can trick my chromebook into thinking i wrote this much earlier than in reality but we'll see where that goes. it's going to be really short tonight because i'm exhausted.

i was born sick

current mood

the thought of a sick day is so magical. you don't have to wake up early, you can get shit done, you can relax, you can selfishly enjoy the thought of everyone else's struggle (that last one is cruel, sorry). but the reality is far from a dream. you're up early anyway, vomiting up yesterday's cinammon grahams, you're bed bound and you're missing the little ones from nursery. send help.