I’ve been nursing a quick cold for most of the weekend which has left me bedridden with achy bones and a sore throat. So in order to make the most of an unproductive day, I did what I always do. I started my day with a serious Netflix binge. I watched the entire first season of Jane the Virgin. I love shows that appeal to every emotion. Some of the characters made me angry, some happy and some were just annoying, but I managed to finish the entire season. Don’t you hate when you finish a series on Netflix and you just feel lost afterwards, like “now what?” That’s how I felt. Like now what am I supposed to do? You suddenly lose interest in Netflix for a bit. On to the next thing.
When I’m sick I turn into a big lazy baby and even worse, I lose my appetite. So I spent most of the day nibbling on apple slices and drinking hot tea. It was all I could. I also like a greedy person spent the day fantasizing and googling recipes and things I couldn’t eat due to my sore throat. Everybody’s brunching today and I’m over here with my endless cups of tea and bland apple slices. Blah.
Blasting music is ALWAYS on my agenda. Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of The Internet. My friend pointed out that I have a thing for women who look like pretty men. I do think Syd is cute and her voice is so unexpected which makes all the more better.My fave so far is Under Control.
When I’m not feeling well, I do things to boost my spirits. I like to take long showers and wash some of the sickness away. Even if that’s not really what’s happening, I like to believe the shower is cleansing my body and sickness. When you look good, you feel better. So I painted my nails. Did I ever mention I was a nail polish addict? Yeah, it’s bad. I have a monthly subscription to Julep. I get three news colors per month. You can imagine what my collection looks like.
I decided to start on a drama I purchased last week at Words Independent Bookstore in Jersey City. So far it’s pretty interesting. Apparently the cashier told me there was a movie adaptation in the works.
Someone said Sundays are a reminder that you have 24 hours to get yourself together. I beg to differ. Sundays are for lazy, unproductive chill days. I am in no rush to be reminded that work is tomorrow. Sundays are my sanity and learning to be okay with staying in is an art.