Wednesday, the day after Tuesday.

Early evening sleeps meant we were both awake in the wee small hours. They didn't feel to wee or small. Thankfully google told us about a newsagent nearby that opens at 5:30. It was quite beautiful actually, freezing cold, all the decorations, clear skies with a tiny sliver of a moon and the north star or whatever planet it is both shinning really bright. Then home to coziness and nicotine outside looking up at the stars.

We were in the cheap everything shop at about half eight replacing stuff that got left and we need but really can't afford. Forgot we don't have kitchen knives but we won't be able to install the cooker that arrives later ourself anyway. We did it when we were younger but the extra trauma since then has kind of annihilated what was left of our concentration, confidence and memory. And there wasn't cash left for asda order so it got cancelled. We did eat out though. Necessary after so long on junk food. We cleaned ourself up, put on some foundation and mascara, and even put on little boots with heels. Don't know when we last time wanted to do anything like that. It felt good to want to do something we have had no interest at all in for a very long time.

After we got back we did some dishes and worked in the ickle kitchen until our feat got damn sore, the small heels earlier on may of contributed to that.. It's looking very us though. As usual with an active day, we go to sleep enthusiastic about the stuff we want to get done the next day and then wake up in crazy serious pain and very little gets done. We never stop feeling heartbroken by that. Don't even have asda wine to look forward to. There's about 30 left so we best not be buying any. Txted about the deposit again if they want to bill us for the stuff and mess that was left that's one thing but we really really need that deposit.

Can't see how we can pay for the cooker installation but there is a couple of other things need done that are in the agencies responsibility, so maybe the electrician will feel some pity for us and give us a break. Or bill us. We can only ask.

Did some work in the living room yesterday to and it to is looking much more us. Got our colorful "should be in a brothel" wall throw from Palermo up and a curtain up. Can't see us battling with the tree or the last of our books and notebook boxes or dismantling the micro stand with the flowers and the leafs but maybe later we will feel better. Forgot how much a proper meal can make is feel stronger and better. Hopefully we will be back to proper meals everyday or every other day soon enough.

Dude is narrating skyrim next door, its not at all irritating or stressing us out. New seasonal update for hidden city though! Very happy about that.

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