stolen colours

I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so agitated and moody all day long.

I’ve spent too much time on the stupid hometaken passport photo. Still looks like shit. I hate taking photos, really. I hate smiling for the camera because it makes me look fatter than I already am. If I don’t smile I look dead. So. Perhaps the best solution is diet and exercise.

Going to Lenneth’s place for louhei with the girls this afternoon couldn’t lift my mood either.

Tummy’s been hurting for the past five hours.

I’m feeling all bloated whale-like. I’m changing my posture so that my clothes drape more loosely.

Didn’t manage to study very much. There’s too much I don’t know and too much I’ve forgotten and I still don’t know where and how to go about doing it. Kinda dead, aren’t I.

I cheated someone today.

I finally managed to choose the hospitals for my postings by asking this question: “If my car broke down and I had to take public transport, which hospital should I choose?” Of course, this was after narrowing down to two choices that I couldn’t really decide between.

I have to channel all this into something constructive somehow.