I ate homeade chocolate brownies for breakfast, delivered to my bed via NZpost, my 3 year old housemate, and a very sweet friend in the US of A.
It is now 6p.m. and that's all I've eaten (but never fear, there's a banana/blueberry/yogurt/rice-milk smoothie, carrot/cauliflower/advocado oil soup & a grilled cheese sandwich on sunflower seed/barley bread in the works. Yes I am half health-insane, half insane. It makes for a great combination)
I have also accomplished an insanely long bath, which, thanks to the sugar high from aforementioned baked goods was resplendent with raucous singing and the blowing of bubbles.
Which is all to say, I'm having a day OFF. I should probably be twitching with guilt, but I'm already twitching so much from the sugar that additional twitching would ricochet me off into full-blown dervish-ness.
Plus this week, I already wrote an essay, did my first VE (9cm, fully effaced & station +2!) and caught a slippery boy in what his father described excitedly over his cell phone as "an unbelievable rush".
that is all. really.
for those of you who understand ob-speak, yes that title means what you think it means. no leaving public comments now!