You're gonna wish you
Never ever met me
Tears are gonna fall
Rolling in the deep
It's running through my head. I'm just being introduced to Adele,can you believe it? A-virgin. :D
Last night,I couldn't sleep. Or rather,I could,but didn't want to. I whine all day about how I want to sleep so badly,but then when it comes time to walk the talk,I find all kinds of distractions. Feels like I have short-man syndrome or summat. Anyhue,because of the lack of shut-eye,I began to blogwhore. I started with probably my favorite male blogger,Antony (www.antonyhimself.blogspot.com),who never fails to make me smile (much like chocolate milkshakes, Hugh Grant or a good book). Then I ventured to Biko's blog (www.bikozulu.wordpress.com) where I once posted with infinitely amusing results. His most recent post was infused with the blues. He had writer's block (so he claims) and he was feeling kinda out of it. Which,in turn,influenced my delicate insomniac sensibilities,and the madness that has been the last month came crashing down on me.
DoctorFriend says I supposedly have lost my appetite (ie anorexia) because I'm anxious. Which amuses me. If someone'd told me all I needed to do to suddenly lose weight was get stressed,I might've stopped eating a while ago. :o) It's kind of a testament to my easygoing passive-aggressive nature,the fact that I've never lost weight through stress before now. Not KCSE,not heartbreak,not culture shock from learning swa and going to Makini,not having to wake up at quarter to 5 three times a week...Welcome to the world.
The stress bit is true,though. I've been feeling a tad stressed lately. In the words of a very,very fine brother who I have unfinished business with,I'm doing the most. The hustle is going to KILL ME. Motivated by the NEED to move out as fast as feasibly and fiscally possible,coupled with the IRRITATION prompted by the individuals I live with and the AWKWARDNESS that ensues when I still need parental funding for my exploits...something's giving,all right. I mean,you can only do this dependence thing for so long. It's bloody uncomfortable to have to explain to my mother what Vagina Monologues are,and why I'm doing them,and why she should pick me up. (y'all should totally come,btw. 22nd and 28th,Wasanii and Carnivore,630 and 730,5 sock.)
I guess it's just nice to be able to afford your own. I've recently discovered I'm a bit expensive to maintain. I've started staying in the house more lol,because it's beginning to feel like I work to pay my Java bills,ha! Ha! (I laugh like this because it's probably true.) The most awful bit,though,is that I'm beginning to remember the wise words of The Sheikh: The worst thing about being in the rat race is that even if you win,you're still a rat.
Fortunately,exercise isn't really my thing. *sips at chocolate milkshake at Java,bought to reduce stress and allocated to 'medical' in the paper-thin budget*