catalogue of a solitary day
I love spending days alone.
Today I:
* Went to lunch at a restaurant alone. (I know a lot of people hate doing that. I love it.)
* Wrote. A lot.
* Leveled my white mage up to level 9.
* Trimmed my hair. Actually, more than trimmed: chopped off all the remainder of my damaged ends. My hair is still below the shoulder, but not by much.
* Touched up the henna on said hair.
* Exfoliated.
* Plucked my eyebrows.
* Regretted having no nail polish so I couldn't paint my nails, too.
* Watched Top Chef.
* Cooked whatever I wanted for dinner. (In this case: pan-fried chicken breasts with a puckeringly sour lemon-butter sauce.)
And now I am off to a hot bubble bath, with a glass of sweet dessert wine and a fluffy book.
Today I:
* Went to lunch at a restaurant alone. (I know a lot of people hate doing that. I love it.)
* Wrote. A lot.
* Leveled my white mage up to level 9.
* Trimmed my hair. Actually, more than trimmed: chopped off all the remainder of my damaged ends. My hair is still below the shoulder, but not by much.
* Touched up the henna on said hair.
* Exfoliated.
* Plucked my eyebrows.
* Regretted having no nail polish so I couldn't paint my nails, too.
* Watched Top Chef.
* Cooked whatever I wanted for dinner. (In this case: pan-fried chicken breasts with a puckeringly sour lemon-butter sauce.)
And now I am off to a hot bubble bath, with a glass of sweet dessert wine and a fluffy book.
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