Today was supposed to be the day on which to get my life together…
We’ll see about that. I’ve made a to to list but it involves getting dressed and out of the house, I’m not sure if I can do that. (and after all it is perfectly possible to revise at home).
As long as my lovely azalea doesn’t die. I have a history of killing plants in my home. I used to think I had a green thumb; turns out it is very beneficial to have another person (i.e. mother) who is silently watering whenever the precious greens start looking sad. Perhaps I will show more responsibility now that I have lain €13 on the table myself. The flowers I got for my birthday on June? Deceased. It’s a safer bet to hand me money and tell me to buy some pretty flowers for myself (I’m honest enough to actually get flowers and not, for example, cocaine), or even better, a gift certificate for the florist’s.
So after therapy on Friday I went to the florist’s I’d been eyeing for quite some time. Apparently the owner has a new dog, a small curly white one. He/she destroyed a pot of daffodils treasure hunt style while the owner advised a male pensioner on spring flowers for balcony living.
Thinking of it, I might go on a treasure hunt myself today.
keeping me accountable
I’m a lonely person.
Always making grand plans that deflate faster than a balloon whenever two steps outside my bed become necessary. (So change it?!)
