i've had the oddest long weekend. think my body's going on a bit of a strike after enduring another painful dose of H&M. ok, i know i should really complain less about this. money is money, i'm getting paid well and working hard for it actually does give me more satisfaction in a cliche kind of way.  and, shit...just lost my trail of thought. this just goes to prove how spaced out i've been lately. i swear that sunday must have killed half my brain cells. if thats even possible from over exertion on very little sleep. i honestly dont know how i got through that day, i was weak in the knees (definately not in a good way), sore all over and so light headed i felt like i was going to pass out on the shop floor. stubbed my toe against the rails like 10 times and...brace yourself....actually managed to wack my face into a t-bar close to the elevator cus i whipped around too quickly. must have looked like a nervous wreak, because for some reason one of my collegues who happened to witness the unfortunate event kept on apologizing for it. how odd, must have thought he pushed me into it or something. although nope, it was all my own intelligence at work. (why am i so sarcastic? )

so crawling back home on all fours sunday evening with the bloody, fickle rain seeping into my leather flip flops definately did not help conditions on monday morning. dragged myself out of bed with a dull headache, got into my morning routine and mistakenly put those flip flops back on. damn it do i ever learn? by the time i was down the stairs and realising its less than 10 degrees and windy as hell, i was too lazy to go all the way back up to change. should have kicked myself right there. however, my lovely summer attire wasnt the only thing amiss that morning. dozing off on the bus to my placement job, i lazily acknowledged how oddly enough, all the stores were closed, the streets practically empty and easy traffic. believe me, this is not a regular monday morning. cant believe how slow i was to catch on that it was a bank holiday. there should be signs up or something, so no tired little chinese girls wind up spending an hour traveling up north at the crack of dawn (it practically is if u're used to waking up at noon) only to realise it was all for nothing. so basically, i went all the way to dalston juction for a 50p pizza and a round turkish donut-like pastry that melted funny in the mircowave. oh dear, the sacrifices i make for food. it wasnt even good food. i should have at least thrown in a 50p minty, herb bun with feta filling just for the heck of it.