Edinburgh, Scotland. There comes a point in every
I am ever so slightly embarrassed to admit that my current guilty-pleasures-slash-procrastination efforts include:
Reading ... Caitlin Moran's brilliant and funny, How to be a Woman (if you haven't got your hands on this yet, do it! Do it now. Haven't laughed at a book so much, or had so many imaginary congratulatory chats with the author, since I read Chelsea Lately's, Are you there Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea). If you have read How to be a Woman, please let me know what you thought - bear in mind, I am only on chapter 4. Pacing myself is the name of the game!
|this book is gold|
|why are they all in the shower? no idea|
Eating ... anything and everything. All.the.time. Am feeling like a stoned, pregnant person with weird olive cravings - even though I have absolutely NO idea what being stoned or pregnant feel like ("hi mom"). Ugh, hello boredom, my name is Precious.
Yours in eating my feelings about my blank page dissertation, x P
PS. Have totally added "blogging" to my Interests on my CV. I feel like this was a notable achievement for this week.
PPS. As I was typing this post, I got a call from an Executive Headhunter in London for a potential dream job position that I didn't even know existed, or that I even wanted it. But now, of course, I 100% do want it and have planned my life around this possibility. All this while sitting on the couch! This is definitely not helping the little pep talk I need to have with myself.