tummy...

mood: weird
music: ????
CPCetc: loving how every time you have to say what music you're listening to, you forget what's playing in your head

I'm in a Weird Mood. I feel like I should do stuff, like work on apps and auditions and jazz and shite, but I really don't want to. And it's not like a six-year-old tantrum sort of don't want to, it's more of a seventeen-year-old lost the will to live don't want to. Not that I've lost the will to live, mind you. I just don't care enough. Warning's fair; I don't care very much.

I kind of feel like I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning. I mean, the covers were so very warm and the cat was so very snuggly and I had no keen interest in climbing out of bed. I wasn't even sleeping or anything, just lying there, eyes sometimes closed, sometimes open, listening to the chaos upstairs and thinking how wonderful it was not to be a part of it. It was delightful. But then I got up. And Sebastion glared at me and I scratched his ears and went upstairs for brekkie. And I've done nothing since.

Damn you, Birmingham. Damn you and your fucking tie. It's thrown me off! Bloody scallies.

Oy. I've got work to do. Mrph!