It’s the end of November. How did that happen? Only seems like yesterday I began this, but now it’s the end. I haven’t managed to blog everyday, but it’s been close enough.
I could write here how I hoped that some of the posts could have been better but just getting the energy to write them was enough. I still feel like I’ve been able to handle this a lot better than if I had done NaNoWriMo (not knocking NaNoWriMo and never will, just don’t feel that it will ever suit me after my experience doing it). I think if I do this again I’ll plan some of them in advance, only a few of them mind.
And so I will sign off here while bemoaning the fact that Kelloggs are axing Ricicles. Why they do that and continue to produce Special K I’ll never know. Almost feel like staging a protest at the factory, it’s not too far away from me.
Searching random things on the internet when you’re bored and have nothing to do is the worst. Think about it, depending on what you look for, it makes you feel bad, makes you angry, makes you spend money on things that you don’t need and will regret wasting later.
Sure there are some good things that you will find during a spontaneous google session but it’s only the potentially negative things that you will be drawn to because you’re feeling down in the first place or in the mood to have a rant. Spending money on something only makes you believe you’re cheering yourself up. Days later you’ll find that that thing you saw on amazon you bought on impulse wasn’t as great as you thought it was.
Blogging about it only makes me feel a tiny bit better.
I know, I know. I have missed the day 26 and 27. I can explain. Sunday I was feeling a bit crap and didn’t have the time or energy or write anything. Yesterday, I was at my sister’s house as it was my nephew’s birthday and I didn’t get back until late. I’d say they were good enough reasons to skip them. Thing is now I have three posts to make up, plus the two days remaining for the month. I did two days in one post not long ago. I wonder what I’ll do for this, now that the month is nearly over.
Been feeling in a ranty mood today. Everything that I could have put on here I ended up putting on Twitter instead.
Like my frustration at Amazon making the earliest delivery day for Prime items at the moment Tuesday. What’s happened to Sunday deliveries? Or Monday ones? What’s the point of having a Prime membership if “Next Day Delivery” isn’t actually next day?
Then there’s hearing about the so called “fitness blogger” who spouted her ill informed opinion that diseases like cancer are “the body trying to save you”. What the hell is up with these young girls who don’t have a medical or science qualification between them, who suddenly think they’re health experts? The ones who tout all that “clean living”, “plant based” BS who often pose for photos wearing a crop top exposing their (too) flat tummy and holding a beaker of what looks like a rather toxic green pile of sick that they’re about to drink.
And let’s not mention Rak-Su ruining Sweet Female Attitude on X Factor.
Apologies for not posting yesterday. This was down to me doing stuff in the afternoon and not getting back until later in the evening and too late to post anything. Not that I had much to say really, apart from getting further caught up in Animal Crossing Pocket Camp and doing some grown up things.
Oh and this little chap came today as well all the way from Finland.
I did have an idea for today’s entry, then I downloaded Animal Crossing Pocket Camp onto my iPhone. Yes it’s the Animal Crossing finally getting a smartphone version. I honestly think I am going to waste a few important hours of my life on this game. Kind of like when I played Animal Crossing New Leaf for the first time. I like that there are a few familiar faces in the game, like Isabelle (who is adorable as ever) and Rosie, who was always one of my favourites when she lived in my AC town. Now all I need is for Sheldon the jock squirrel to turn up at some point because he was my all time favourite character. Yes I know I’m a bit sad but I don’t really care.
I hate Mondays.
I hate how the mornings are so dark when I wake up.
I hate how the evenings are even darker when I come home from work.
I hate how this time of year makes me feel even more tired than at any other time.
I hate how the feeling that I’ve failed at something again.
Today I got another “what do you want for Christmas?” text. I still have no idea what I want. Well, there is something that I would like, but I’m pretty sure that neither they or anyone else could get it for me. Sometimes you find out that there are things in life you have to go and get yourself. People can help you, but it’s down to you if you want it that much (I know I am venturing pretty close to “inspirational quote BS” territory here. Forgive me).
Mind you, I don’t see why I should be so quick to hit back with a present idea for myself when a reply consisting of “what would you like?” gets a “I dunno really” in return. But it’s fine. We all know it gets harder as we get older and find ourselves earning money that we can just as easily spend on ourselves as anyone else we know.
Random thought of the day:
Katie Melua once sang that there are nine million bicycles in Beijing.
Nine Million Bicycles was released in 2005. Therefore there’s probably a few million more bicycles in Beijing then there was twelve years ago.
(I know but it was the first thing that I came up with for a blog post. At least I managed to get it in before midnight).
It’s 11:25pm as I type this. I should have posted earlier but I’ve been feeling pretty spaced out since the afternoon. Someone on my street had people doing their house up – think they were having new windows or something – and they were using an adhesive or something similar that had an extremely strong smell. So strong that it was lingering in the street hours later. To cut a long story short, the smell of things used in DIY gives me migraines.That’s why you won’t get me painting any walls unless you provide me with a very good gas mask. Just walking past the house on my way home for lunch and back to work was enough to make me feel ill. But enough about that.