You know it's going to be a bad day when a sudden eye infection wakes you at 1am, when you go to grab a drink at 3am and a sudden bout of dizziness makes you fall over the dog, and when you feel as crap as ever at 10am because, naturally, it's a day off, thus illness has to strike. Then you have to shell out six quid that you really don't have on over-the-counter-gunk-that'll-ostensibly-m
ake-your-eye-better, and feel nauseous for the rest of the day because a) you just squirted gunk in your eye and that's really just grim anyway and b) now it feels like you have a tiny little maggot nestled under your lower eyelid.
Then the hairdresser cuts your hair, and it actually looks good for once (I have a fear of hairdressers; the inane chatter, the fact that they never listen to what I REALLY want, and the fact that the girls who work there always look like they should be on the front of a magazine, while I walk in covered in dog hair and out covered in my own hair) but you know that really you never stand a hope in hell of doing it like that again (it's CURLY. My hair has CURLS. Done with a straightener, which melts my brain anyway, and I also realise that if I even put a straightener near my head I'll singe handfuls of hair off)
I'm off to London tomorrow, and I feel like a complete state. I hate the fact that in the past 13 days I have been swimming 10 times, doing between 250 and 375 metres a time, and I have PUT ON weight. I am exhausted, as I have worked 10 hours overtime each week for the past 4 weeks. 3 hours on a train there and back will not help this feeling.
Today, I am on a whine mission.
And I still feel ill.
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