All the stress is stressing me out, so I started taking one picture of myself every day. The reason remains unclear. Ideally I will make more photos like this and day before I die the ultimate "how I got old" time lapse will premiere.
The "month of my life" feels liberating
and it is so much cheaper than therapy.
1st of January
The whole world was hungover and refused to put any underwear on.
Glamorous bathrobe 4ever:
2nd of January
I went to sleep awake and woke up sleepy.
AKA It was really hard to go to the office after long holidays,
so Phoebe and Rachel kept me company:
3rd of January
It was a good day, since I thought is was Tuesday,
but it was already Friday (cool story):
4th of January
Can you tell that it was a weekend and I might have not left the house?
5th of January
Leida & Selma came over and Fred made amazing brunch for us.
Even the bloody sun was shining – what a day to be alive!:
6th of January
The flowers were almost blooming at the finish line and Rachel & Ross were on a brake:
7th of January
Spent my day shopping in Stockholm and my night on a stormy Baltic Sea:
8th of January
Stormy night made the Earth spin and I felt like "Stop, I want to leave this planet":
9th of January
At home I was an adult woman and at work I was 12 year old girl:
10th of January
Fred brought me another bunch of flowers:
11th of January
The whole Saturday Šarik was puking and enjoying diarrhea
and I tried to get his thoughts away from being sick with "SQUIRRELS":
12th of January
The night was short because of massive poop and constant walks,
so the day after I did not bother to wear any decent clothes:
13th of January
Shitty Monday with shitty weather and shitty mood:
14th of January
The day before I reached the bottom,
but on that day I stopped being sad
and was awesome instead:
15th of January
I received two compliments and it was food to my soul:
16th of January
I felt like those flowers on the table (once so pretty and now dead inside):
17th of January
Okay, it seems like I have multiple personality disorder and they are all bipolar:
18th of January
Boys came over to play Dungeons and Dragons
and I pretended to be Khaleesi alone in the other room:
19th of January
Fred delivered new set of flowers and
I was happy that I never made a belly button piercing:
20th of January
Tough day full of medical procedures,
so felt bad, but looked cute:
21st of January
Look at this fucking blogger, who found the ultimate blogger hat
at & Other Stories in Warsaw:
22th of January
Loooooooooong day at work, but sweeeeet drinks in the evening;
23th of January
Felt sexy in the hotel elevator. No shame in Warsaw:
24th of January
In Viljandi and theatre we trust.
Romantic date with Fred. Fancy hotel with elegant restaurant.
Probably the best day in January 2020.
25th of January
The lovely staycation continued with a fact that
BITCHES LOVE HOTEL BREAKFAST (and lunch at Kolm Tilli):
26th of January
Finally arrived back to Tallinn and lost my glasses,
so blind Wilma met up with her Swedish friend Judy (and I ate chips for dinner):
27th of January
Successful day at work – no unread emails left in mailbox:
28th of January
I lost my head. Ross & Rachel got a baby.
Šarik came home from grandparents.
29th of January
Boys went away and girls stayed in,
so I had extra hands in house, but still used timer:
30th January
I had no mood to dress up that day, but did not want to go to work naked:
31th of January
I turned out that my dog can do yoga. Namaste!
I survived January 2020!
Although this blog post is super random for the readers,
it served as a healing medicine for the Circus:
