eleventh

I have been disgustingly sedentary for 3 weeks... living in a disorganised mess of a space called my room/house.

I actually woke up bright and early this morning, my heart still weak from sleep (or rather sleep deprivation), just so that I could get a free happy meal from my sister who bet I couldn't get up early enough to have breakfast (which was the normal circumstance)... and then, I went back to sleep. To Sleep! Until my dad nearly dragged me out of the bed at dinnertime.
I know. I am so disgusting.
SO,
I finally had the strength to kick myself in the ass and tidy up/organise stuff to bring to hostel/handwash some clothes.
My hands are now sticky from the soap residue and all but it feels much better now.
Phew.

Next week will be better. I swear. Swear!