K is for Kelly

One thing that I've found out about myself today is how much I hate staying out late on Sundays.

I hate coming home late to realise that my mum had prepared food enough to feed a battalion for me (which I usually would be thankful for if I weren't on a strict diet), only to have to keep it in our already filled refrigerator. I hate how I have to blow-dry my hair (like my hair isn't damaged enough already) so I can turn in early.

Not only that, I'm feeling quite tuckered out right now and the thought of having to run tomorrow really puts me off. But I know if I put off my plans to run, this fury inside of me will just snowball and eat me up inside. This is no good.

I don't think it's really that much about staying out late on Sundays that bothers me, I think it's about how my usual routine had been messed up. For example, I would rather go to church on Saturdays instead of Sunday mornings so I can have time to rest/recuperate/recharge before going back to work on Monday. How I would rather to spend my Sunday evenings chilling at home, going about my beauty routine more than doing anything else. I think it's just me needing my me-time alot more than other people do.

AHHHHH, actually please just ignore my ramblings because I have nothing to do other than pounding on my keyboard while waiting for my hair to dry. Ramblings at 2am in the morning is prolly due to my lack of rest and maybe when morning comes, all these wouldn't bother me anymore.