I washed my car. I even sprayed my favourite mist in it.
I mopped all the floors at home – living hall, kitchen, dining hall, 4 bedrooms and the staircase.
I had almost 500 revolutions of hula hooping.
500 rev, got to use rattan!
I washed my bathroom.
I took a long shower, no skin left unscrubbed by my trusted loofah. Not even my face, ouch.
Post-scrubbing, glowing? No?
I lathered myself with lavender bath salts. Wahbing, stung like shit.
I feel awesome.
It’s offical, I’ve snapped out of it. I’m game for a good workout and steambath tomorrow. And *sniggers* maybe Thai Club to wrap up the night. When my nails grow long and strong, I’ll love my life even more!