Despite my good intentions and my endless list of New Year's 'Resolutions,' I am currently stuck in an unproductive black hole. I naturally blame shitty January. The worst, least inspiring and most depressing month of the year. I keep on asking myself: How on Earth am I supposed to dedicate my time to conducting and producing reams and reams of 'cool' and 'egdy' material for a blog, if I can't even commit to basic day to day tasks such as smoking, showering or eating anything that contains any sort of vitamin? Dreadful.
Here is a photograph that illustrates the only activity my day today has seen:
What did I do today? I caught three trains from Taunton to Westbury, Westbury to Salisbury and Salisbury to Andover. It was freezing. I also read about Jourdan Dunn in Vogue and wished someone would spot me shopping in Primark and would swish me away to become a global glamazon, too. Oh wait. Back to reality. *Freezes to death on the platform.*
I hate Mondays.