It’s Easter sunday, but I can still complain.

It’s Easter sunday, but I can still complain.

It’s raining, it’s cold and it’s grey outside… If my life was a movie or a novel the pathetic fallacy is setting me up for a tragedy or a horror movie… I can’t really say at the moment, but today is okay thus far.

Today it is essential that I write the main body of my essay.

I have not been purposefully putting it off, it’s just that everytime I even think of doing it, let alone sitting down and actually doing it, I begin to get the most excruciating pain in the left side of my head, it honestly feels like someone’s inside my head with a poker poking my brain and pushing my eye.

I honestly think writing the essay would be more fun than the pain I get when I attempt to write it.

It’s crazy…

Anyhow… I was planning on going to the gym and being social this evening by seeing my friends, but due to the poor weather and impending headache I doubt the possibility of either of those things.


I know it’s Easter Sunday, but I must have a moan put it out there, I really really hate when people slurp, scrape their plates, lick their fingers and their cutlery at the table.

It’s vile, it’s impolite, and plain disgusting.

Like, are you some kind of animal?

Have you no manners?

Do your parents condone that kind of behaviour?

I feel it’s mandatory for table manners to be taught to people before they’re allowed to dine in public or the presence of other humans.


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