I have failed in my mission to tan my legs. I even went to Africa, and only came back with a slight golden tinge, which lasted all of five days. Even fake tan lasts longer than that! So now I've bought several pairs of opaque black stockings. Maybe it's time to become a goth?
I have also failed in my mission to get to work on time every day for a week. I managed one day. Monday. That was it. My heart wasn't in that one really from the start, so I guess I've learned a good lesson. If you don't REALLY want to achieve your goal, choose another goal. Otherwise it's not going to happen.
I don't really want to be a morning person, so I am perpetuating the 'I am a night person' image, which seems so much more exciting. I like being nocturnal. That is, until I have a job that pays more and offers more exciting work. Then I have a feeling that I might suddenly find 9am doesn't seem so bad...
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