hummus and yoga

It’s almost midnight on a Wednesday and I just want some tots from Sticky Rice. This sums up the ridiculousness that is my life.

Last night, I went to sleep feeling stupid sorry for myself for no reason and today marked day 3.5 of no makeup and dirty hair (probably day 5 for that.) For the record, I hate makeup and just last year did I start wearing some after someone commented on how terrible I looked while sick at work. Anyway, back to today. I was still sick and the thought of going into work seemed almost as awful as I looked and felt. We are obviously off to a great start, but then free Starbucks happened and all was right in the world.

OKAY THANK YOU

That was only until I had a slight panic attack about the ridiculous state of my life out of nowhere and then took medicine that I’m allergic to and broke out in hives. Everything was terrible from that point on. I cried it out over a bowl of microwavable macaroni and cheese (Annie’s white cheddar because DUH), napped, went to the gym, and spent the best two hours making a birthday gift for E. It may have something to do with the fact that my day stressed me out and I needed something to distract me, or that I think its super adorable, but either way, I hope he doesn’t hate it or I’ll be forced to keep it for myself. I would be totally fine with this.

This is how she takes care of me when I’m sick.. she does an excellent job.

On a completely unrelated note, I realized last night that I spend lots of time doing yoga in my kitchen and wishing that I could afford a membership to hot yoga, not only to get rid of this frumpy feeling*, but also to be able to clear my head everyday. Back in the winter when I was going nearly every night after work, I would walk into the studio in the worst mood (I should have listened to myself and walked away from so much more in my life than I did) and could drive home feeling 100x better. I think I’m going to start putting money away now to gift this to myself for my 26th birthday. 26th or 27th? I don’t even know how old I am right now.

I had a clear train of thought when I first started thinking about writing this post and I don’t know where any of that went. If you followed along, good job. I’m hitting publish almost eight hours after I started writing… still want tots.

*this is mostly because I’m whiny when I’m sick. Everything is not really terrible.