… wake up and go for a long, lengthy walk through the stinky streets of the city. I’m going to watch strangers and mock them in my head. Blast my daggy iPod tunes and sing outloud like a wanker. Attempt to run, then convince myself I “shouldn’t” because of my back but do it anyway because it makes me feel free and light. Have a luxurious shower that will leave me smelling like a delicious tropical flower and my skin soft to the touch. Poach some eggs, then tuck into fruit and yoghurt – because I want to, but also because I don’t have any milk in the fridge, skim or otherwise.
Then I’ll do a whole lot of other things, trivial things, but things nonetheless.
In the morning I’m going to go easy on myself, treat myself and enjoy moving through the early hours.
PS: I’m just about to tuck myself into bed with “2 Days In Paris” and “Into the Wild”. V. excited. Hiring DVDs tonight was the best idea I’ve had all week … even if four new-releases did set me back an arm and a leg (or what will probably be a nice meal in London next week ;P).
PPS: It feels like forever since I’ve woken up on a Saturday morning and eased myself into the day. I hope it’s as blissful as I remember it to be.
