Resistance

I've felt a bit out of sorts over the last two days. At first i thought i was just unreasonably sad about Micheal Jackson dieing :o( But then my body started feeling blah as well as my head. I slept all afternoon on the couch, then went to bed early last night.
I felt pretty good this morning. As i hadn't exercised for most of the week, i was planning on going to work early so i could park and go for a walk again. Then i got side tracked by some garage sales on the way [I'm looking for a little exercise trampoline] and then when i parked and figured i could still squeeze a quick walk in, i kept bumping into people i knew, who wanted to chat. So the walk wasn't worth it anyway. Then this afternoon i started feeling blah again. I need a BIG plate of veges i think!

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I really want a drink. I had to go out to pick Rose up from somewhere before. And if i hadn't of previously banned myself in writing from the local bottle shop, i would have got some i swear!
I came home and suggested that John go and get me some, but he analysed my reasoning to death and i just got the shits & said not to worry about it. So i'm not drinking. But i still want some just as bad! I don't know why or what bought it on. I just know i want it like a spoilt brat wants something.

Now i'm going to cook a late dinner...in relative silence :o/