A weekend at home, alone. I feel like I haven't done anything although a friend came for a coffee, I went to the gym, cleaned my room, looked through my salaries and counted how much I can still work this year in order to get student aid, I cooked, had a glass or two of nice organic wine, watched TV and ate chocolate, read the news from Helsingin Sanomat, listened to new [for me] music (Phillip Phillips), had an icepackage on my heel, went to do grocery shopping, did laundry, talked with my mom, read a book (which I still didn't finish), scrolled my Facebook and ended up with the thought I always get after Facebook: there's nothing here, why do I waste my time?, I sent whatsapp messages to friends, I ate, slept, brushed my teeth, changed clothes, took a shower few times, organized my papers,
and still..I COMPLAIN that I haven't done anything.
I don't know if it's because of the sun is shining today, or my heel is actually maybe getting better or what.
But this is again one of the moments when I just love life, realize that everything is actually pretty good (except the heel...).
Life is wonderful! :)
