sickness and tiredness

after sleeping for over 18 hours yesterday, i still feel exhausted and could do with some more. i feel a holiday is in order. or just bail from work more regularly. it just never seems to be enough; its ridiculous.

i also seem to be sucking so badly in the romance/ boy department, or lack thereof. bounced one, who is just not even worth a mention: well really, who cooks kak packet food from woolies and wears a dressing gown (and slippers knitted by his landlady) on the second time of meeting someone they are trying to impress?! good lord. but was then lucky enough to meet a lovely. exciting times when one gets the random chance of meeting a lovely; they are a very rare and exotic species, barely ever discovered. so what do i do, as an intelligent girl excited by the close proximity of one such a lovely? what every logical girl would do surely? that is proceed to get too drunkenly and fall asleep on the couch next to him, after talking more shit than one would ever think possible. joy. well nice that i fucked that one up instantly. it takes skill, i tell you, to be as silly and ridiculous as i am. special.

back to drawing board to reconsider and reassess how i do things. goddamn i hate that process!