Today's lead me to believe that I should do the diva thing and beg my boss for 3 day weekends. It took me well over half a day today to get over the stress of having a whole 24hrs to myself.
This morning, I "accidentally" bought some new-old-faithfuls (high-ish heels). For nights out, I usually select one pair of black heels to wear until their lop-sided, beer stained deaths. My last pair were mortally wounded when a man took it upon himself to fall on and temporarily cripple me by landing smack bang on my knee cap.
Then, I embarked on a 10 mile run.
I made it to 2 miles. Just about. My legs felt like they were seizing up - I'm not sure why - and the muggy heat just made me inexplicably angry. I looked like a pasty hulk, tantrumming my way back up the beach to the car. I fretted over what to do with my afternoon since it was suddenly going to be devoid of any physical activity. Socialise? Write? Do work? Drink (under the umbarella of "socialising" - I wasn't quite stressed enough to be necking wine on my kitchen floor at that point). That's what Brits do whenever the sun makes a fleeting appearance, isn't it? Get plastered in a lovely, lovely beer garden.
Overwhelmed with all the possible activities that lay before me, and my brain seeping anxiously out of my ears, I got home and made a sandwich. Then I promptly took an aggressive nap in front of Peep Show.
And aggressive nap, in case you ask, is like a normal nap, except it's very sudden and you have no choice about whether or not you are going to do it.
...And here I am! I'm feeling effing marvellous now! Blogging and rocking some serious bed hed hair and heels (what? Like I'm going to wait for an occasion to wear the new things? Pshuh!) . It's taken all sodding day, but it's now occurred to me that one of the very best, tried and tested by people less...affected...than me - ways to spend a Saturday is this:
Doing Sweet Fuck All!
Happy Saturday, Internet!!