3am

Today I woke up at 3am.  Why? I have no idea.  The whole thing is rather annoying actually.  But as I was not able to fall back asleep I was forced to prepare for the day.  Very quietly.  Like a little mongoose.  A mongoose of doom. 

Sense then I've been killing time, playing with hair extensions and taking pictures of myself in the bathroom mirror like every other twenty-something-with-an-iPhone. 

Today should be relatively calm, there's a guy coming to look at the apartment around 14.00,  but other than that we should have a pretty uneventful Saturday.   

I'm in a surprisingly good mood for having woken up at 3am...  especially when you consider how crappy my head-space has been the last few weeks.  But hey, I'll take it!  Hopefully this will continue and I'll be able to pull myself out of this rut. 

Love,
Mango Kitty