Seeing a lot less of me: six and a half inches less in the last six weeks to be precise. Weight loss is nice, but this is even nicer. After feeling totally rubbish yesterday (which I can only attribute to Wednesday night's meal, sad to say, as there are no other explanations), I felt good today. And I was off work. And I went to the big city with faithful travelling companion, who annually commemorates his birthday with a few days off work. Nice. Which explains why I'm not hanging out with him tonight, and therefore blogging instead.
Think I may be having a midlife crisis, as my skirts are getting shorter, although still dignified enough not to look completely mutton/lamb ridiculous. (
I think)What if you win, wouldn't it be weird? OK I know this is not the place for it, but I keep reliving last week's Melodifestivalen over and over again, in a Groundhog Day-style repeat. I had a dream last night that you-know-who won Melodifestivalen, and several weeks down the line there are millions of people all over the world watching him destroy the opposition at Eurovision, and in one fell swoop, the job is done, and all my campaigning since 2007 is justified. Voila! The arrival of, potentially, a worldwide star. It can be done.
Tomorrow? Got a free day. Not shopping, not hanging out anywhere with anyone. Will make effort to do some worthwhile stuff at home. But Winter Olympics in Vancouver starting, so may put life on hold for the foreseeable future. Still hate curling though.