I’m on a mission. Since I got back from England. I’ve been on a mission,a plan of attack. On the junk accumulated over the years.
First the living room. Then the kitchen. Today my bedroom bedside table. Another day. My bathroom.
After that. What I’ve been dreading the most. Laundry.
Today’s drama group session was smaller consisting of 2 males and another female. I woke up today to a slightly less drizzly morning. Crunchy nuts gronal cereal. Occumpunied by a cup of coffee in a Starbucks mug. Set to some jazz music.
I never considered how much weight I’d put on, add boobs into it didn’t help either. As I tried to squeeze into my reflective jacket. Deciding on a smaller waist bag and having switch to a longer chain so I can put over my head.
Grabbing my headphones and scooter. I made my way out the driveway to my neighbours yapping Yorkshire terrier. Arriving into Cardiff around 12 ish. I stopped by Hard Lines cafe for a quick bite and a latte and a water bottle. The Peacocks for sport shoes 👟. I was half an hour late. It was a good session nether the less. For tea Yo!Sushi. Now I’m home.
Ok. There’s been a couple of sunny days. But it’s mostly raining here. Today’s misty and now clearing up. I was getting Silent Hill Vibes. Bummer.
Today’s activity is waiting for lessons on Zoom. Whilst looking at a black cat I’ve not seen before, wondering if it’s this is my mystery doorstep pooper. No. Cat’s are clean.
Its 2021. Shops are opening again at last. Unfortunately my favourite cafe isn’t take service indoors yet. Not that I’m complaining.
Now India has felt the force of covid. There sacred river was filled with bodies of the dead.
Stupid Anti Maskers in America are trying to tell us that Covid is a conspiracy even thou theres many deaths.
I’ve given up on these idiots. Let them catch Covid.
It could be the wind making my nose run. Oh perhaps I caught it from someone else. I’ve been hacking to exspell the gooey yukness from my throat. I fear it will lead to chesty infection.
Going out 2019 into 2020 like a party. Drinking, eating, watching the neighbours fireworks(or lack of fireworks) Then bed at 1:00 am. Don’t judge. I’ve been staying up late 3 days.
I got nothing right now except I want grab a spot in my parents house,build my pagan shrine and meditate. I feel like tears are coming. Just like the time I did one Monday. That Monday that left me low. Feeling overwhelmed it to me 3 weeks to get back to myself again.
For the last couple of months since Mission Control,after one Monday morning breaking out in tears for no apparent reason. For losing election to Tories. I’ve thought about taking time away from academy,acting. With the thought of losing my benifits. I thought about applying for a job. A safety nest for the future. Even thou I’ve not had a job that’s not to do with drama.
Oh lovely. Just what I want to hear in the wet pouring rain. Two loving people who felt the need to tell everyone they’re drama. (being sarcastic here) As if screaming at each other is going to win the argument. The bitch is crazy. Laughing whilst hitting her no longer boyfriend.
Everyday Thoughts and Wanders 
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