franceslievens | Lazyness

There are heaps of washed items that need to be ironed. Yesterday evening I ended up in the supermarket at half past six, where I had the choice between a smallish loaf of bread that consisted of white and grey bread baked against each other, or a gigantic loaf of white bread. I think I used the last fork on my dinner yesterday. I suddenly realised my shoes desperately needed shining at half past eleven. So I did just that in what one can assume is almost the middle of the night. For the love of a higher being, I have no idea what I've been wasting my time on yesterday afternoon, despite sitting on the couch staring into space. Gosh, P.'s off to a congres in the U.S.A. and I instantly turn into a slob.

Secret message to P.: I already made my sandwiches, but am too lazy to put everything into my school bag for tomorrow. If you wanted to talk, then please consider the fact it's night here and I'm off to bed. Kusjes.