I lie in bed and think about my daily ritual:
-cook a light breakfast (not to spread out)
-shave legs (maybe a date in the evening)
-clear face skin (a pimple popped out during PMS)
-wash hair, and even use a thousand masks and balms (to shine hair)
-take over a bunch of clothes (and still go in old jeans and a T-shirt)
-make makeup (to mask the pimple from the PMS)
-choose a backpack for jeans (and put up a bunch of unnecessary things)
-wait for the meeting and blame the whole pillow!
And this I yet have not married, has not given birth to the child, I do not have the mother-in-law! Well, the morning begins with a merry reflection.
I roll over to the other side. On the floor is a box of pizzas that I ordered yesterday. Oh, there's still one piece! My clothes lie on the chair in crumpled form, and the books that I was going to take to the orphanage are under the wall for the second week already. And stain is from the pomegranate juice on the blanket. I look around my small room and realize that it's too early for me to have children. It is good that now the girls are free to choose when to give birth, and most importantly from whom.
Yesterday I broke up with a guy. I saw him kissing a girl in a cafe. When I told him about it, he patted my back and said: «Babe, having a vivid imagination you can write fantastical stories. For sure you've got me hooked up with someone.» Well, how not to crack him on the cheek?!
I do not want to get up from my warm bed. Why you cannot lie in bed all day, so that no one will touch and do not go out into the world? I would gladly have made Wednesday, as a day of felting in bed. Only you and your world, your thoughts, your mess in the apartment and this is a pomegranate stain. Maybe this stain is not from a pomegranate? .. Most likely, "these" days start. Now I understand why I have such a scummy mood.
I am not angry at the world, its rules. I am just a tired girl who needs a minute or an hour, and maybe a day, that again be in shape. With everyone happens that his world is going to hell, no more strength, everything becomes indifferent, and every trifle can correct the mood. People cannot work as a robot and not feel the change. Everything has a limit. It seems that lazy lying in bed makes me a philosopher. I will need to write down my intellectual thoughts.
What will happen if I start the morning with a glass of champagne? In addition, eat eclairs with chocolate, read a book that I bought a month ago, and in the evening to buy sushi and watch whiny melodrama. It is decided; I will make myself a day off, and let the whole world wait.
The phone rang. «Mrs. Cleo, brought to us a seriously ill patient, waiting for you to operate. » Well, the output postpone. The world can and will wait, but human life will not wait. This man needs my help. He does not care what a guy threw me; I am tired or lazy to get out of bed; or I can have a bad mood, and the pain in my stomach is tearing me apart. All this goes to the background when there is a question of life and death of a person. I have no right to lie down and be sorry for life. I still have a lot of days off.
After the operation, I will drink champagne for his health.
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