Saturday, March 22, 2014

I've slipped into an addictive sort of lifestyle that's terribly unhealthy. The worst part, like all addictions; I'm enjoying it.
I want to crochet, watch house, study French, learn that French song, sort out production and marketing for Boho Chic- an interesting project for me, read- fiction and non.
Why is this unhealthy? An 81/2 hour work day (not counting traveling), six days a week, doesn't give me enough time to do it all. Sleep compromise, naturally follows. If sleep is compromised, I don't wake up to exercise, no exercise, no sun, I don't meet people. I'm tired all the time and my body hurts, my bones are stiff.

I told my father today, I was going to die an early death.

He called me a hypochondriac.

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