Today I woke up in one heck of a foul mood. It started off with a dream that I had; one of those morning dreams after you've already woken up and fallen asleep again - I dreamt that Mac and I split up and I woke up crying. It felt so vivid and awful, so I lay in bed for bit before realising that my head was pounding - I went to get paracetamol and there was none, so I took Sudafed instead hoping it was one of the ones which contained painkillers.
So, I did some tweeting, some emailing, some house hunting - all from the comfort of my bed. Long Live the Laptop. My head, however seemed to be getting worse, so I rose, got a protein shake and hopped in the shower. Then started the ridiculous downwards spiral...
I washed my face but then washed my hair with shower gel. I put 2 different primers on instead of 1 moisturiser and 1 primer. I couldn't be arsed with getting my make-up brushes dirty so I applied my Pro Lumiere with my fingers, which resulted in all my primer rubbing into lumps on my face and having to start again. My contour powder stuck to a dry patch on my cheek making me look like I had a beard. I finished my eye-makeup and realised I hadn't put my contact lenses in. I then ended up with big semi-dry blobs of mascara down my cheeks, which once dried were impossible to budge. To top it all off, I then sprayed hairspray onto my armpits. Awesome.
The rest of the afternoon wasn't much better, but it's non makeup related so I wont bore you with it!
FFS doesn't even cover it! Tomorrow better be better!!!