This is irksome. I have an empty word doc open in front of me for the past couple of minutes and I just cannot bring myself to put a line on it. I scratch my head a little. Will something pop out yet? No, nothing there; bit my lower lip and cringed my forehead in absolute concentration. I minimized the window to look at the Donald Duck wallpaper. I could see myself in the black background.
I took a look at myself. This is supposed to be my worst look after hours at work and bored to death. The eyeliner from one eye had gone off. Why can I never manage with my makeup I wonder? There are a good number of girls out there who manage it just fine. A friend messaged a slew of tips just this afternoon. My curls lay hither thither. Why couldn’t I have a more manageable hair?
I guess these are those end of day blues. I would have to get out in some time from this air conditioned environment, take some sort of torturous transport back home. Where I will have the same dinner, watch an episode of FRIENDS I have watched so many times before and then talk a lot of nonsense and go to sleep.
This is what life has come to.
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