my goodness

It has been one of those crazy, weird days. I woke up optimistic, I ate, read my book and set off on a run, eager for fresh air and hazy sunshine. I ran the furthest I have run in the last few months and was astounded at my bodies' ability to continue being cold throughout my run, despite apparently working hard. I showered and collapsed into a near comatose state in front of my laptop, convinced that I had given myself the flu by running too hard. I roused myself to trudge to town, perform endless adult errands all afternoon and became increasingly exasperated at my mounting list of chores and consistent lack of energy. I became tiresome this afternoon. I sat to write and everything I wrote was a massive sack of drivel. I (naturally) became angry at myself. I wrote a short angry piece, ate dinner and made it to my lecture just in time. Survived my lecture without falling asleep, came home made a cup of tea, sat down and wrote my first EVER poem. Just straight off of the top of my head. That has never happened before. It might be the worst poem ever, have a terrible rhyme scheme and, potentially, make no sense, but it is my first poem nonetheless.

I am a little proud of my terrible day with a miraculous ending. Yay me :)

I shall refine it over the coming days and post it soon.

In the meantime, my playlist is an excitable look towards Mallory Knox's album launch next week: