Anyway time flies and I'm really glad my project is over. No more late nights. No more frozen dinners. No more falling asleep with makeup on. No more outbreaks from the crazy stress and the sleeping-with-makeup-on nights. Well I still have crazy outbreaks. Perhaps the sudden disappearance of stress makes my hormones go crazy and my skin just decides to overcompensate the lack of stress by sprouting new red hot angry zits all over my face.
While I have let myself go during these horrendous months, my home has fallen into pieces as well. Random mails, magazines and newsletter litter ANY flat surfaces, still unread and unsorted.
By the way, this doesn't work for my home. My dear brother leaves read and unread mail all over the table and I just can't tell which magazines or newspapers he hasn't read. I just put them in one pile and watch it grow taller every single day.
My couch is THE place where all clean laundry goes to collect dust. Yes. We do laundry and dumps the lot on the couch when they are dry because I'm just too tired to fold everyone's clothes. Yes I fold my brother's socks and for the life of me, I still don't get why J has orphan socks that don't match. Where did the rest go?
Anyway life is slowing down for me and I guess I have the time to fold laundry now. :/