can't get no satisfaction

I hope my weird sad and restless mood will do one right about now, plaguing my Saturday with melancholy.

The weather has oppressed me, Game of Thrones reading is still hanging over me, I have chores to do, I should be happy I've had a day doing my favourite things. I think I'm just tired. Then yesterday two of my acquaintances received poor health news which knocked me sideways. Having poor health scares me. Hearing of others misfortunes so close to home makes you want to seize every moment: be active or be productive or be constructive. I was none of those things today, and I feel guilty for it....sweating the small stuff...again I should feel bad for feeling guilty.

I feel guilty for having a £4.50 Starbucks brekkie yesterday. It was to take the edge off my third very looonng working day in a row.

I only had a frigging frappuccino: soo refreshing. But £4.50 for that and a blueberry muffin, I'm a mug. I at least bought my lunch in from home.

Will reading my words in black and white convince myself to chill and be content with how I've spent my day?

Walked to the butchers for real meat for our barbecue.
Drank my current favourite raspberry cider.
Read about 100 pages of GoT.
Had my lovely boyf cook the bbq.
Ate sweet strawberries.
Did some laundry.
Going to the cinema in a bit.

I'm still in no happy mood but I'm sure if I re-read this post in 2 days or 2 months or 2 years time, I'll read about my day and think it sounded pretty hunkydory.

Sunny in the rain x