The Case of the Lost Sausage Roll

I am tired. It’s 11am on the first day of the month, I’m still at home and I need to get back to the office to perform month-end (February) activities.

It feels like I haven’t slept the whole February. My statement is an exaggeration, but it is how “this” feels like.

“This” being awake most nights supporting this and that, having calls for this and that, and now pulling another all-nighter and working until 9am for this and that.

“This” being someone who still needs to do some chores because hello, mother to a 10 year old, and I have no nannies or helpers at home. Why do I torture myself like so.

Late Night Brainfarts #03132016

11pm:

I miss your steak and fries, but not the weather.

Ok, maybe a little of the weather, because my gosh, I’m melting here.

I can really do with the 16-18 degrees, though not really the negatives & single digit temps.

I also miss the beach.

I should move out of Manila or something.

The Irrational Things We Do On Facebook To Make Others Feel Bad (And Eventually Like Us)

An adaptation of Bethany Rose’s prose

I went through a phase of doing things on Facebook so that my ex could see that I was having fun.

Living life for an imagined reaction of someone who used to make me feel like the sun is the most messed up thing I’ve ever done.

However, I don’t think that it is possible these days to enjoy doing anything without being seen.

3 a.m. thoughts

Have I lost it completely?
 
Is this what a mid life crisis looks like?
 
Why am I actually chasing this fantasy? Is it sexual exploration or am I going mad?
 
Am I just bored or do I have a thing for ruining things for others while digging my own hole as well?