Seeing as everyone seems to think blogging is the best way to get what is plaguing my thoughts out of my head, I’ve decided to give this whole “I’m a blogger” thing a go. Warning: I am notoriously LAZY when it comes to actually following through with things like this, so expect a hell of a lot of inconsistency in terms of post rate etc.
Considering I’m writing this for myself I’ve already sidetracked into talking to an unknown audience. Hello anonymous. I hope you’re enjoying the rambles so far. I’m waving, just so you know. I’m not insane. Promise. Just a little screwed up. Like the rest of the world. Right?
Oooookay… So, where to start? Yesterday I met my new therapist, who looked uncannily like Mark Corrigan, minus the side parting and comedic timing. To be honest I think I would have preferred Mark Corrigan. At least I would have be assured that the contempt I felt was real and not imaginary. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I have fantastic paranoia tendencies. Surprise treat for you! What else? Well I adulted and a) took my medication – albeit hours late, b) ate afternoon snack – kind of , c) picked up my other medication which I will actually remember to take thanks to two alarms.
So on the whole today has been okay, not only did I actually wear a bra out of the house (my breasts are hardly more than freckles to be honest), I also brushed my teeth (yes I know that being an achievement is disgusting), AND tidied my room. ADULT LIFE HERE I COME! (I’m 29…)
First post done. Now back to procrastinating the day away. Bliss.