Sighing. Even though it’s early. April 20, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 9 commentsOh dear. I think I have the stress. I can feel it nibbling my shoulders, my neck, my frowning department. Sigh.
I got up early this morning to write. At 5.30 in fact. And now it’s 6.20 and I still haven’t written anything. So I’m writing this instead. Potential publishers take note! Hopeless non-writing writer is up and at ‘em. Sigh.
In motoring misery news: the men are coming to take away my beloved car today. I can’t bear to say goodbye. I will pat its battered body as I leave for work and try not to think of it being squished into the shape of an Oxo cube by a car-squishing machine. Sigh.
In dieting misery news: I baked a fabulous Nigella Lawson chocolate fudge cake for lovely bf’s birthday. Phwoar! Seriously the fabbest cake ever, at least 10 feet tall and fluffy and yumptious. Serves 10, or 1 with a broken heart it says on the recipe. I’ve avoided Nigella so far but now, oh, I am smitten. Truly. Sigh.
Shopping list for the weekend:
- A nice new car, preferably within the budget of the approximate £3.79 the bastard insurance is sending me for mine.
- A body impervious to the perils of chocolate fudge cake.
- A bucket of inspiration.
Sigh. In fact, make that a double.
