Okay, people. I have serious eye bags. Not acceptable. Despite a generous amount of eye make-up ( I even did in the crease with a darker colour!) I do not look rested and when my husband came home he announced that I looked tired. Not hello, not how are you. Just “you look tired.” Great.

Well that does it. I am going to have to go to bed. Now. Sorry folks but if I try to keep up at this pace I may end up on a drip and I have got to try to stay on schedule. Don’t want to throw things off, screw up all my plans to jet set all over Europe this summer. I wish.

Plus, I have to save up my energy so that I can write a nifty post tomorrow, which, you guessed it, is the day before chemo #6. Sort of snuck up on me there. Time flies when you’re having fun… and I really have been. So. Much. Fun.

I have all sorts of important things to do like plan my next chemo outfit, write a good post about killing it with lots of unnecessary profanity in it, and so on and so forth. And I need to look good, because that is a big part of it. Looking good and feeling good. Or at least as good as possible. Being a cancer patient is easier when people say “you look great!” What have you been doing to your skin? What you don’t want is the dreaded duo: (a) you look tired and (b) you’re too thin.

So you have yourselves a groovy night and if you are having a drinky-poo have one for me too, would you? Because I have to get my beauty sleep.

G’night.