My thoughts

As a child I did not have to worry about what to eat, wear or do. All those things were planned out for me. There was a timetable for everything. I miss those days. Those were my thoughts as I rush out of my room this morning, I slept late again!!! I've been telling myself I'll wake up early for the past two weeks but something always happens its like mother nature or earth or the weather or something does not want me out of my bed before 9am. I do not mind sleeping in on any normal day. The joy of working with only men is they never ask you why you are late so they do not hear what will spoil their day. The last two months have not been any normal day for me. There are deadlines to meet and proposals to write. Deciding on what to eat or wear has become a very very great task for me. Now I understand why celebrates need dressers, it is not easy. Now I am here at 2:30pm still thinking of what to have for breakfast, something filling but not too heavy or unhealthy or fattening. S...

I am a comfort shopper. That is my reason for shopping so much and I am sticking to it. When I am happy, sad, angry, or just tired I shop. I have realized my problem and I want to quite. I tried to follow the 5 or 7 steps routines alcoholics do but its not worked out at all. March was the most trying period of my rehabilitation. It all went well for a while until the deadlines started streaming in. Of course I tried to meet all th deadlines both the self imposed and official ones, but things just kept piling up. The last straw was last Wednesday, when I handed in one of my articles just to have my supervisor reject the whole thing and tell me to start from scratch. Did I mention I had spent two nights without sleep to research, pro gramme and finally write up the research article? Did my supervisor know I had spent so long trying to hand in my work on time? Yes he did. So why would he reject my work? The only way to obtain the answer to that question would be through torture. This mea...