Have you ever woken up after a reasonable number of hours sleeping and just felt like you have spent the past 48 hours on a sugar high and you've finally crashed? No? Just me? Okay.
Basically, I woke up this morning in a travellodge a couple of hours away from my home (I had to go to a family party) with a very bad back (I was sleeping on a sofa, I'm not a middle-aged person...or so I say) and I just wanted to go back to sleep. But nooooooo, apparently I had to go back home. When I finally dragged my tired arse off the sofa, I had to do my morning routine.
That was the slowest I have ever completed my morning routine. Even when I wake up on a Saturday morning at sometime in the afternoon I go quicker than I did then...if you don't count the hours spent in my pjs after I get out of bed. I was so sluggish, it was painful.
Then I was outside, and I was about to get in the car so I could sleep or, as my mom puts it, drive home. Mom was doing the driving, I should probably have mentioned that. My uncle chose that point to tell me that I looked like shit. I'm not even paraphrasing, my uncle literally said to me "Anna, you look like shit."
Thanks.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
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