Friday Madness
Sometimes I like pretending I’m crazy because it gets me away from that feeling of being mediocre. Life, as it is, hasn’t been much of an excitement (not that I want it to be) but even though I crave for some sort of stability, a little bit of repetition, and even a pinch of bore, too much of a little thing (again, the paradox) just kills me.
I’ve been going out a lot in the past few weeks and, aside from my budget being blown, there is one more thing I noticed – my belly is growing (in a this-is-not-a-baby way). I guess all those late night desserts I’ve had has come back to reside in my ass and thighs. This was never my problem before, trust me. I’m a bit hopeful the monthly period is partly to blame but I think three weeks of bloatedness is too much. Something must be done.
This weekend, I’m going to spend time with myself. Reading and writing will be back on top priority and hopefully that would distract me from the munchies. Don’t worry, starving myself is not my forte but I will try to minimize whatever food I put in my mouth. Perhaps, I should go back to dancing in my room with the music blaring off into my headphones, a rather fun form of exercise, if you must.
I’m currently writing an essay; there’s still so much to research on so I’d probably hit the national library if I’m not feeling lazy tomorrow. I’m seeking suggestions on what topics I could write next and the internet hasn’t been very helpful with that.
Lately, the highlight of the weeks has been the days leading up to Friday. Anything else in between just gets blurred with the excitement of the coming weekend. I really need to find work that inspires me.
