Stupid brain

[sacredchao]

I woke this morning feeling a bit flat and crappy but given it wasn't yet 6am and I'd not had enough sleep, this wasn't entirely surprising. What did catch me by surprise was finding myself in tears halfway through getting dressed while pointlessly waving a piece of clothing around. I tossed it back on the floor, thought "No, this is ridiculous, I have to get ready to go to work.", picked it up again and waved it about some more but unable to summon the motivation to actually put it on. Things deteriorated from there so I peeled off the clothing I'd already managed to put on, clambered back into bed and curled into a ball. After calling work at 8am to tell them I wouldn't be in today I manage to fall asleep for another three and a bit hours. I have no idea what prompted this implosion and I'm not best pleased by it.

The latter half of the day was rather better. Op shop win was a top which I think is my new favourite top, a pair of jeans, another waistcoat and a pair of brown shoes which I needed because most of my shoes are black. I had a sandwich consisting of prosciutto, red square gooey cheese and roquette between a couple of generous slabs of sourdough bread and accompanied by a Peroni before heading off to part singing. The delightful and obliging montjoye shoved me a couple of rungs up the vertical learning curve of making garb by measuring and marking a pattern for a frock using the material she gave me some time ago and providing other most useful advice. This was followed by excellent dinner, the usual lovely round of singing and quatrefoil appearing for conversation and also giving/loaning me some garb. It looks like I may well be properly dressed for Rowany Festival despite my lack of circular tuits.

So, a rubbish start to the day but a really quite lovely end. This is the order in which these things really should happen.

Comments

[quatrefoil.livejournal.com]

Definitely a better order than the alternative. I think that sometimes there are just crappy days, but I'm wondering whether there was something about the particular piece of clothing that set you off? I hope my frocks work for you.

[freakygems.livejournal.com]

I am agreeing with quatrefoil about the item of clothing, or could it have been the day (Valentines)? Despite not know what it is then it may be useful to try and see if you can sit down and uncover the 'why'. Hope you figure it out, if not happy to have you lie down on my metaphorical couch ;)

[sacred-chao.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking not the clothing (it was the top I always wear to cycle into work), There was just something about leaving the house that made me axnious and nauseous and I just wanted the world not to be like it was. I still haven't teased that out properly.