Why do I do these things?

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I bought a writing course.

It’s an online writing course, on how to write books for children.

Why?

Because I am impulsive and it was cheap, a bit of a bargain actually, reduced from £249 to just £12, worth a punt at that price I thought. Of course now I have to actually sit down and do it, which in turn means more procrastination to follow.

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I shouldn’t be allowed to dress myself sometimes…..

because on days like today, this is what happens.

1. 4:30 of the AM

Get up.
Spend five minutes studying trousers thinking as I do so, “I don’t remember my work trousers having pockets.”
Try putting them on, then realising they don’t fit, start to panic that I’ve shrunk them in the dryer.
Spend five minutes continuing to try fitting into them, cursing myself a lot before it dawns on my that they aren’t actually my trousers.

2. 5:10 of the AM

Get in my car and spend several minutes readjusting everything as it was last driven by the other half, and wishing I could afford a car with memory seats.
Plug in my iPhone and iPod, start it up and set off. As I look at the house opposite my car park, I find I can’t read the sign by the door, 20 feet away from me. Realise I haven’t put in my contact lenses. Neither am I wearing my glasses. Life truly is a blur.

3. 2.45 of the PM

Get home from work.
Since I have nowhere else to go today, I decide to get changed into comfy clothes and veg out. This is when I realise my über comfy one piece support bra, really lives up to its name, as it appears I’ve been wearing it back to front all day.

As long as I don’t repeat myself tomorrow, I think I’ll be OK….. 😉

Gah!

One day I will learn to write my blog post ideas down at the moment I think of them, so I don’t end up forgetting them and cursing my pathetic memory. Had a blinder of an idea last night, and another in the car on the way into work this morning, but do you think I can remember either of them now?