Does it need a title?

It’s 9:49 on a cold and frosty Friday morning. I have Post Malone playing loud enough to block everyone’s voices out, except the one in my head.

Sitting here after a very restless night, I have no motivation to do anything. I have phone calls to make, appointments to book, washing to do, bed to change and instead of doing any of it I’m sitting in my corner hiding from it. I don’t want to talk to anyone today. I don’t want to adult today!

I’ve already had various message’s from friends, my normal morning Snap Chat, and a detailed conversation with one of my bestie’s about her appointment today in Launceston. That’s enough interaction with other humans for today.

I also need to have a shower. To do that means I need to get out of my warm pj’s and snuggly dressing gown and go in to the cold and very white bathroom. It feels very clinical in there, white paint on the ceiling, white tiles on the walls, white tiles on the floor, no heater to get the chill out of the air, it’s actually very morgue like.

I’m also not prepared to brush my hair. It’s amazing how long you can go without actually doing this. I mean, I wash it all the time but it’s been about 3 weeks, maybe longer, since I actually brushed it. It gets to the point where if I flip my hair over in front of my face not one strand will move out of place, almost like one big dread lock. Maybe I should just get dread locks done properly! That would totally eliminate the need to ever brush my hair.

It’s 10:04 am and the frost is only just starting to melt on the front lawn. The heat pump is churning away, Linc is playing with his monster trucks on the lounge room floor and I’ve now got John Moreland playing on YouTube. Lyrics draw me in, I love songs that have meaningful lyrics or lyrics that I’m feeling at the time. Paranoid by Post Malone is high on the play list lately, Over Now by Post Malone, You don’t care enough for me to cry by John Moreland is also up there in the ‘recently played’ section.

Then I remember Sakye has been listening to music on my phone because suddenly I’ve got Bubba Sparxxx blaring through the speakers. Quickest I’ve ever moved to turn that crap off. Sometimes she’s too much like her father.

It’s 10:14 and I can’t put it off any longer. Keeping this blog PG rated was harder than I thought it would be. Not going off course and rambling was even harder. Time to turn the music up louder so I can hear it over the water falling around my head and get this done!