I love that I've just written that sentence. It's true, though. I picture my 'quotas' of certain necessities and luxuries. For example, if I've not left the house one day, my cabin fever quickly sets in and I imagine that my 'room' and 'social' quotas are lacking. Last week, I think I exhausted my stamina and mental concentration bars. I think this week I've already used up my bravery.
The more complex ones are harder to top up but loud music, a strutting walk home and great one liners seem to have done the trick. A friend from work masterfully made me cry with one text message, then laugh with the next. I think that says more about my topsy-turvy self than his genius, though.
I'm pretty happy February's drawing to a close. If I could make requests of March I'd ask it to be more like December and January than February. And if it even gets close to resembling September I think I may have to attack it with some scary mclairy spiky heels.
My eloquence is fast fading. Perhaps I need to top up my food quota.
Pogo - master of taking the essence of a film or mood
and making it even better.
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