On sulking for an entire day

My day did NOT get off to a great start. You know how some days you kind of just decide that you're going to be a MISERABLE bastard, you don't LIKE being a miserable bastard, but that's just the way it's gonna be. I tried to snap out of it, I TRIED. I got stuck into cleaning out the fridge and I did the laundry and I planned some menus and then it was lunch time, so I made a tuna salad to counteract the feelings of guilt from yesterday's attack on the mascarpone tart filling, I tried on my new clothes and I brushed my golden locks (read unruly MANE), I put my pretty necklace on and I even played my happy song, none of that helped. It was insanely hot, so what did old misery guts over here do? She locked herself in her boiling hot cabin all day and continued to sulk while Franco kept coming in to ask if I was okay and if I wanted to go for pizza. NO I DO NOT WANT TO GO FOR PIZZA. I did want to go for pizza, but I was enjoying being a bit angry with him after yesterday (I'm extremely mature). You know how once you start sulking and then it's almost too late to stop, you just have to keep at it? (no? just me?). What a winner. I lay on my bed in my underwear with a wet cloth on my forehead (like some kind of dying malaria victim) and felt extremely sorry for myself. The heat and the sulking and the chocolate mascarpone tart withdrawal symptoms gave me a headache and it all just got worse until I eventually ran outside and jumped off the boat in my underwear and lay out in the sun until I dried off, learning about myself that 1. I'm a much happier person when I'm outside and that I should have done that a LOT sooner, 2. I'm a bit weird, but I've known that for a while and 3. I've improved massively in that I only dedicated one day to being miserable and not one YEAR (you think I'm joking, I really wish I was).

Maybe I WILL let Franco take me for a pizza, but only a low-carb, fat-free, meat-free, cheese-free, guilt-free, super delicious one, or maybe I'll just have something else. Oh, and in other news, I'm flying to Kenya in just over three months time, that's hardly any time at ALL, almost forgotten I'd booked that flight, OLEH, GOING to Kenya, I get to be excited all over again. Oh, and in my pitiful attempt to cheer myself up, I researched the airport in Istanbul where I stop over, looks pretty good, not QUITE like the airport in Singapore where everything was free and AWESOME, swimming pools, gyms, gardens, butterfly sanctuaries, free movies, free showers, free foot massage thingies, free playstation, free postcards, free kittens. Joking about the kittens, but seriously... GO there. Wow, that escalated, I just REALLY like airports. Okay good night, so done with today