Jesus H Christ.. By Tuesday my gallbladder was starting to cramp up at the idea. In reality if I ate that, by Wednesday id be experiencing a fucked off gallbladder, pancreas and gastropareisis and gulping Oromorph out the bottle.
Its all very nice if you have acres of time, a fridge rammed with fresh veggies and plenty of money to keep filling it - of course if you charge people 9billion quid an hour to wang some juice filled quinoa bedded bullshit at them, you probably do.
Back in the real world, I hauled my arse out of bed at 12, shoved a Belvita breakfast bollocks down my face with my usual starter of 20 Units of fast acting insulin plus the 8 medications I have of a morning to avoid death..
Fucked about sending invoices and working out what hours I have done this month (including semi guessing what ill do the rest of the month and making notes so I can sort it next month if necessary)..
Got a brief off boss 2 for some work. Read something yawn-tastic on doggy genetics.
Played Fallen London whilst shoving a Greggs sausage roll in my mouth fast enough to stop the lurcher stealing it because he is AN BASTARD when it comes to sausage rolls.
Drank 47 pints of tea whilst writing article that is definitely too long and too waffly.
Now contemplating a cheese toasty and a bowl of soup, whilst I read over the last few hours of writing and decide if its editable or if its total biscuits.
Will aim to get to the sofa by 9, will in reality be still editing and tweaking this at midnight.
Sure sure I could procrastinate less and do more. I won't though.