This morning I woke up in a really bad mood…

I didn’t sleep well, maybe due the fact that Neil was sleeping in the middle of the bed : means that we are trying to find some room out of the mattress, on the layer of the bed itself, that could explain my back pain… Maybe because his two or three toy trains were also in da house, under my arms, hidden in my hair, or somewhere on the sheets… Maybe because he woke me up around two shouting at me to repair his dumper truck and to have a glass of water.

Or maybe it’s due to the fact that “les anglais ont débarqué”, as it happens every months for a lady in good condition, or maybe it’s all of those reasons together ! Boys, when such things happens, drop it… Prepare your G.I bags, go to sleep at some understanding friends appartment and come back after the storm, naked.

Today I hate everybody, my white hair sucks more than yesterday, I want to sleep all day long, I think it’s cold outside “where’s the fucking spring in fucking Paris ?”, I almost provoked two car accidents on my way to the gym because I didn’t see those people arriving on the left, the internet connexion at home is not fast enough, I can’t properly read a DVD in my laptop, I have problems to rent a car online, my calfs are too big (but that ain’t new !) as you can see, I am in deep, deep trouble and I can’t do nothing for you.

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