"Smooth move, metamucil"

I would really like to say that this week has been a good week. It has been full of great happenings: the now weekly ritual of cooking dinner chez Laura or chez Kat (soy sauce and honey pork went down a treat), the confirmation of weekend trip to Paris, a letter and photo from my little sister, and, as usual, some very worthwhile impulse purchases. But it is hard to focus on such things. Work has been driving me mad, and by the end of this coming week I will have worked twelve days in a row without a day off. As a result I have not been able to go out in the evenings, and have missed out on some pretty good nights out, and am beginning to feel like a bedridden invalid.

I spent a lovely evening with some great people in Lyon, some of the best, I believe. But now I am at home and in bed and it is hard to focus on anything else than the fun that they must be having, the work I have to do at 8 am tomorrow, the fact that Logan got kicked off Project Runway, and the blisters on my feet.

Look how pretty!!

So, what does one do upon finding oneself in such a funk? Impulse shopping? Done that. Excessive eating of comfort food? Done that, too. Then what else?

1. Community is the best new show out there

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5. As above.


6. My Parents Were Awesome

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Hope these lift your spirits, however high they may already be, as much as they lifted mine.

Much love. x