This morning wasn’t really a winner for me. Firstly I got to revisit my breakfast in such a violent manner, I thought I was going to turn inside out. I had to laugh afterwards though because apparently I sounded like Dr. Zoidberg from Futurama.
Secondly, I was really thirsty on my commute and added to an empty stomach, I didn’t feel great, so I bought a bottle of water at Victoria station. Only problem was, I was feeling so feeble that I couldn’t open it. I struggled for a few minutes before I had to ask a nice man for help.
I felt so pathetic and sick and grateful, I just bust into tears when he opened it for me. I then couldn’t stop sobbing. Crazy pregnant lady.
Luckily the day did get better after that.