:: when familiarity breeds contempt, when boredom breeds insanity ::

I've been doing this a lot lately. Telling myself, 'Get a grip, Mira. Do something. Be proactive.'
To no avail of course. I lack total self discipline and my irregular sleeping hours had eventually prompted the man to tell me 'i read articles from the net that irregular hours may lead to migraine and mood swings amongst others'.
Yeah right love, you don't need no internet to know that.
Thankfully your girlfriend has yet become a victim of migraine or turned herself into an unpleasant-foul mood being.
In fact, she has been rather high lately and driving herself to the brink of insanity.
Yes people, I am losing myself.
How can you not, if you've been talking to the cats for half a day, making stupid faces and laughing at your own reflection, scaring the shit out of your mum by wearing a toy 'r' us tiara that you got for winning Miss Pop Yeh-Yeh and asking her am I your little princess to which she reply 'crazy is it'.

I've paid a trip to the library.
Stocked 8 chic lit. Finished 2 in a day.
I've cleaned my wardrobe.
Only to know I missed shopping.
I've sat at Starbucks.
Completed what I needed to do.
I've watched TV.
Only to be envious of how gorgeous people can have it all.

Somehow I think, I kind of miss Stress.
Yeah right. I'm crazy alright.