On breaking glass and being soulless

It was only to be expected that i would crawl from my bed looking pretty crappy this morning. Day 3 of nasty germy buggy thing and i actually feel worse than yesterday so i am really not amused. Add to this the fact that i only managed a fitful two hours sleep last night and i think Return Of the Living Dead comes to mind. By 4am i had gotten pretty cranky and had taken to physically assaulting my pillow whilst my hedgehog hair settled in a mad tangle around my face. 

Part of my problem is that i think too much. Right when i should be winding down for sleep my brain turns into a cross between Wikipedia and The Jeremy Kyle show on fast forward,which really does make catching some Z’s pretty difficult. Last night Irritating crackly noises from my semi blocked ears added to the cacophony in my head sending all chances of sleep out of the window and several times i gave up and turned the tv back on. Why do they only put the little sign language man on pre dawn tv shows? Do deaf people only watch tv in the middle of the night?

So 6.30am rolls along and i decide it is daylight enough to crawl from my bed and search for the coffee. Maybe i shouldn’t have looked in the mirror at this point and left well alone for if i had not i would not have dropped it and doomed myself to be soulless for the next 7 years. Yes i am terribly superstitious sometimes and breaking mirrors is right up there on the no no list of things you really do not do.

Superstition has it that breaking a mirror heralds the start of 7 years of bad luck but why? Where did this come from? Well the earliest reference i could find was that the Romans may have started this superstition. Since mirrors were very expensive they were naturally very nervous when a slave was cleaning one and to ensure they would treat them carefully told the slaves that if they broke it their souls would be trapped in the mirror for 7 years. Other religions also believe that the soul is projected in the reflection of a mirror and hence the superstition has continued. Currently then my soul is residing at the bottom of an Asda carrier bag waiting to go into the bin. 

How very fitting!!

So as i attempted to correct the panda eyes and the bad hair day i’m seriously considering grinding the mirror into dust which seems to be one of only a small handful of ways to ward off the ill omen. I really do not think i am in need of more bad luck right now and although i only half believe it i am really not willing to tempt fate.

Hmmmmm i wonder what i would be like as a soulless panda eyed hedgehog for the next 7 years? what an interesting analogy!! But for now my cranky mood and i are off to grind a mirror 😛  Peace out!!

The best medicine

Today has been far from a great day which is unusual for me since I’m usually such an eternal Pollyanna i can pretty much always see the good side of anything. Not today. I’m ill, I feel terrible and have zero energy and i missed the gym which is really annoying the hell out of me. Everything today uncharacteristically irritated me but as usual i kept it all hidden behind my nauseating optimism. Sometimes I even make myself want to puke with my failure to let things drag me down and wish I was the kind to have a crisis, but I’m not and I don’t. Not ever. Still the hidden inner bad mood and general fed up feeling lingered and I figured another restless night was on the cards. AGAIN!!

Until…..

I get chatting to a friend online and we end up having the most random conversations. One point we’re talking about pizza and the next we’re talking about moobs!! Yup you heard right..moobs!! Well before i know it he sends me some comical quip and I’m rolling on the bed laughing so hard I cant breathe and doing my very best seal impression. Its not so much that what he said was hilarious but more the comical image that my quirky  little brain conjured up as I read it. No dear readers, before you all think it, it wasn’t in the slightest bit rude!! I really think i am completely off the wall sometimes though and I have a crazy imagination but it helps. 

Its funny but that was all it took for me to feel better. I laughed until i almost cried even though it wasn’t that funny and though I still feel ill I don’t feel quite so fed up. I guess it’s true what they say about laughter being the best medicine after all. Now if it could just work a little on my sore throat then everything might just be perfect.