I’m so bored I did up a picture with Paint. Dunno if the upload will be successful though, or you won’t understand the title of this post. Because truth is: time crawls here. Now. Sighs /: as if I don’t have enough melancholy in my life now, I smell that my feet stink when I try to put them up on the chair. I hate pumps, I really do. I should have washed them after the day I went to church post-OT; was braving the freaking rain which ultimately caused those foul drops to get into my cheapo rubi black pumps and stinking them all up. Now they feel grotesquely sticky and my feet stink. Great. And I have Pilates later on. Hope I get the spot where people won’t have to have my feet stuck into (I mean, near) their faces. You’re meant to relax and use your muscles during Pilates… though wait, it’ll exercise their lungs and making them breathe more calculated breath if there’s something pungent moving towards their nostrils throughout the exercises.

Whoa, I’m such a life savior, making every of their penny worth the Pilates lesson.