In this vicious circle of being tired all the time from lack of sleep, so drinking endless mugs of tea and coffee, then not being able to sleep till around 3am, then being woken up in the morning feeling exhausted again.
Home alone and the wind and rain keeps making the lights go out and has set off someone’s car alarm.
Had horrible news yesterday; my mum’s boyfriend had a heart attack. Its such a dreadful thing, especially at this time of year.
So excited, my other half will be home from Russia tonight! Providing Amsterdam airport don’t lose his suitcase for the 3rd time, he should be at mine tomorrow :)
Could someone lend me a bit of creativity? I’ve been dying to make or create something -anything, but doing a design course at uni has sucked every last bit of imagination out of me and now everything I touch turns to shit.
So I managed to lose about 5lbs yesterday, apparently.
Not sure if it was from not eating, or if I managed to cry so much last night/this morning that I lost it in water weight.
Lets see how much i’ll have gained tomorrow from having a takeaway for tea tonight…
I feel so homesick, I miss my other half so much. Why is it so much harder this time he’s away? It’s less time apart but it’s going so much slower…
I’ve decided i’m never going to Amsterdam airport. Twice now they’ve lost Rich’s luggage. It wasn’t too bad the first time, as he was coming home, so they just had to send it from Amsterdam to Cardiff. But this time his bag never even made it to Moscow, let alone his flight to Khabarovsk.
For the past 3 days he’s been out in -20 snow in the jeans and t-shirt he was travelling in… I’m just hoping that his bag with all his thermals and boots and everything is found soon. I don’t want him to get frostbite.
He doesn’t know how much I actually worry about him… I dread anything happening to him, especially as he’s so far away.