A Fug of Self-Pity

I lied. No exciting stories for you. Apologies. I am having a rubbish day slash week, filled with insomnia, broken laptop chargers, broken down metros and weird itchy stress induced rashes on both my thighs. The insomnia is the worst. One night of it would be fine and par for the course, but 5 nights of tossing and unstoppable trains of thought which will not go away has brought me to my knees. I can't understand why my brain hasn't just given in to my body's blatant need to sleep. Bastard. So no fun tales to tell or joy to impart, but at least I have found exactly how i want to look for Spring -

Photo from Jezebel from the Anthropologie Spring Catalogue.