Really they are.
Today mostly consisted of enquiring at the local leisure centre about yoga classes and being secretly pleased they won't be starting until the New Year, pigging out on pre-made pumpkin soup and sexy tiger bread, drinking a lot of camomile tea, respecting the 'subtlety' in flavour of camomile tea as opposed to the brashness of chai, adding 'dashes' of honey to the camomile tea, respecting it still even though it tastes gloopy, making a conscientious effort to do something productive by putting on one load of laundry, 'forgetting' to hang the laundry out to dry and leaving it to fester in the machine for it's own damn good, having an awkward conversation about my job-hunt with a helpful/nosy neighbour in the co op, staring at the new array of mole-hills in the garden with genuine interest, thinking about embarking on an ecological project in which i entrap a mole using a flower pot and some twiglets, napping with Battlecat on the sofa after reading all of the supplements, shooting snide looks at the ps3 when Josh isn't looking, wondering what the job specification of a space marine would sound like, trying not to throw a box of Always sanitary towels' at Josh in hormonal outrage and now.. blogging.
I hope everyone is having a lazy Sunterday. See what I did there? Guffaw.
This is why I have to entrap a mole. They just don't look real.
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