My name is Meg and I have a case of the Winter blues. Considering that we are well into February's clutches, I think I did pretty well keeping various demons at bay up until this very moment. On this note, I am going to go for a run. The demons will come regardless, but at least running will keep my ass at bay. Cream soups have engulfed me completely. I need to get out of here.
Oh dear me.
Don't worry mum, this is not a "Dry Bathtub" situation. This is a walk in the park in comparison. This is merely a case of "I am dead jealous that my best friend is in South America without me" and also a mild flare up of "My body is ghost white" and not to mention a manifestation of "One year ago today I was in Switzerland running ten miles a day and deciding what in God's name to wear to Paris Fashion Week" situation. Easily manageable, thanks. Thanks for being in Bali for a month without your alabastard children.
Below is how I feel/look today.