Saturday
I woke up later than usual this morning.
In the afternoon, the boy and I met up and we got some croissants and a copy of The Times from Tesco and went to Starbucks for brunch. He's a Starbucks Cafe Latte addict whereas I settle for a mug of piping hot Skinny Hot Chocolate on a cold day like today.
We sat on the sofa. He read the main section of The Times and I browsed through a crappy copy of Camden Journal and later read the Body and Soul section of The Times. Occassionally, we exchange a few words.
We left after an hour plus. He went home to prepare for his interview while I came back to pack my stuff.
I hate it when I have low blood sugar level. My hands shiver and I feel horrible. I feel unproductive as I can't get much packing done.
My packing seems never ending. I have 2 big boxes and 4 small ones packed. While packing, I went through my old stuff which I accumulated over the 4 years. I found pictures of my sister and her ex. I found a dog picture which the ex drew for me. I saw my old pictures when I was younger. I saw innocence in the old me. I saw so many things that were hidden under my sofa bed. So nostalgic.
The room is in a mess. I took out everything from the cupboard but I have no energy left to pack.
I'm tired.
Give me sugar, puhleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
In the afternoon, the boy and I met up and we got some croissants and a copy of The Times from Tesco and went to Starbucks for brunch. He's a Starbucks Cafe Latte addict whereas I settle for a mug of piping hot Skinny Hot Chocolate on a cold day like today.
We sat on the sofa. He read the main section of The Times and I browsed through a crappy copy of Camden Journal and later read the Body and Soul section of The Times. Occassionally, we exchange a few words.
We left after an hour plus. He went home to prepare for his interview while I came back to pack my stuff.
I hate it when I have low blood sugar level. My hands shiver and I feel horrible. I feel unproductive as I can't get much packing done.
My packing seems never ending. I have 2 big boxes and 4 small ones packed. While packing, I went through my old stuff which I accumulated over the 4 years. I found pictures of my sister and her ex. I found a dog picture which the ex drew for me. I saw my old pictures when I was younger. I saw innocence in the old me. I saw so many things that were hidden under my sofa bed. So nostalgic.
The room is in a mess. I took out everything from the cupboard but I have no energy left to pack.
I'm tired.
Give me sugar, puhleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
keep a bar of snickers handy in your bag... or in the kitchen... ;-)
Posted by
Anonymous |
08:08
I so happened to see a huge barrel full of Rock Sugar today at Tesco's!!!! And yeah, all that nostalgia... could be good or bad, but usually great!! Huggies..
Posted by
L B |
15:45
and let the countdown begin in ernest!~
Posted by
L B |
02:53
May: I stopped keeping chocs in my room cos I'll end up eating them before my blood sugar level is low again. :P
LB: GIVE ME SUGAR NOWWWWW!! =)
Posted by
MooPig |
00:51