Groan.

Skiing, you wonderful sport, why do you hurt me so? Seriously...I ache all over. Blargh.
Anyway, I really enjoy Sunday's because it's my "getting ready to face another busy painful horrible week" day. I sleep, I eat, I get to relax. I have also been known to do my nails. And goodness me my hair could do with a comb. I prepare my clothes and school stuff for tomorrow. It'll all be wasted by tomorrow, though, when I drag myself out of bed, try to make myself look presentable, act happy and pleasant, but really I'll be drop-dead tired and annoyed. Of course, I'll be up until midnight or later doing homework, but that's okay. I don't mind. Myahaha.
Goodness me, I'm ever so forgetful. There was something I was supposed to do, but for the life of me I cannot remember what. Oh well, nevermind. I have the house to myself so I can do what I want. Sing, dance, read, watch television, cry, laugh, talk to myself, draw, sleep, dream of flowers. Whatever I want...