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Dear Me

Dear Me,

This is an open letter to you from youself to remind you why sometimes are a dumbass.

It is not wise to avoid the gym all week in an effort to simply 'chill out' at home. You have forgotten yet again that your mental health depends on the endorphins you stir up after a good run at the gym.

It is especially not wise when you then have to come to your last day of work, having not really worked out for a whole week.

Like they say in the movie Scrooged, you are probably going to have a lot of 'nie-a-gare-a-falls' moments today. Just make sure you have lots of tissues near you.

You are probably already feeling a bit weepy and I know you hate that you know what's coming because little-miss-last-minute always panics at crunch time, don't you?

Just look forward to some final G&Ts tonight. Not that the old lady drink won't make you depressed enough.

Maybe you should try to convince everyone to have a 'sweat' party and go hit the treadmills.

Somehow, I don't see anyone in Ireland going for that.

Your smart self - unlike the self that will be reading this


flights booked....
visas getting processed.....
nothing left to do but pack....


Librarian Girl said…
Wow, this the most suspenseful blog ever. Who knew waiting for visas, etc. would have me on the edge of my seat?
glad you're along for the ride with me!:)

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