i’d been having a few spots (maybe more than a few) of bad luck in the past couple of weeks
* broke my drinking glass by smashing it on the kitchen floor (oops)
* started a mini fire in the microwave and breathed in a chunk of black smoke
* my 1 week old phone had to be swapped due to constant software errors
* was sick sick sick (and still feeling it)
* lost my favourite pen (okay, it’s a tragedy to me)
* had the worst pms in a very long time (can’t wait for that 14 hour, 4 hour and 2 hour plane rides now)
* Regan keeps unintentionally hurting me (running over toe with seat rollers, etc.)
* a nasty attack of pimples
* accidently deleted all my emails in two of my accounts – how did i manage that? (i’ll live)
* some how biting into not 1 but 2 different pieces of stale, mouldy bread from different batches
so most of them is due to me being weird and clumsy, but enough already! tracey needs some rest. apparently i’ve been talking alot in my sleep, and it’s mostly when i’m restless and had a busy day and i hadn’t calmed down before bed…. i end up saying a few strange things (he says).. does anyone else sleep talk?
to combat all the ‘bad’ things (though, let’s face it it could get alot worse) i’m going to try and do some good things this weekend. try. Regan and i have tickets to go see fahrenheit 9/11 this weekend, a mini photobloggers meet up is on sunday (i hope you guys haven’t forgotten!!) and if i’m not too tired, a big walk around the city for some much needed new photos. i’m running dry!
