I tend to do pretty badly whenever my plans have to be suddenly changed. Like any sort of plan. If I’m planning on making chicken soup for dinner but then forget to buy stock, so I have to make roast instead, I freak out. Well not really, but internally, yes.
I just had what I tend to think of as a ‘Nothing Weekend’. I had no plans to speak of, you know, aside from like cleaning the house and working out and stuff. But no outside plans. In fact, if it wasn’t for little trips to the corner shop across the road from my apartment, best believe I wouldn’t have left the house at all.
I would say that about four nights out of the week I have about ten minutes of *thinking* before I eventually fall asleep. Sometimes my thoughts are simply ‘I mustn’t forget to wear those sweatpants tomorrow’ and sometimes they’re actually creative ideas.
If you get this reference, then you too, are watching far too much Gilmore Girls. Take a break, walk outside, call your grandmother. Or… sip coffee in Luke’s Diner, have dinner at the Dragonfly, attend a function hosted by Emily.