a) Who the hell asked you?
And
b) My grandmother has just been diagnosed with advanced cancer of the liver and pancreas and in all likelihood I might not get the chance to see her again.
So YOU fucking cheer up. Jerk.
It's been a long day and it was destined to be challenging from the moment I climbed on the bus to head to work. 40 minutes and counting into what should have been a 15 minute trip and I was tired + emotional + stressed out = not good. By the time I got to work on Kings Road all I wanted to do was turn around and head home again. Instead I spent nine hours unloading and unpacking boxes of homewares. Turns out mindless, repetitive manual labour was just what I needed. And then a shower and now hopefully soon bed.
Tomorrow I have a meeting at the gallery to talk about the internship and a free afternoon that I plan to spend sleeping and writing. I am trying to keep myself as busy as possible because right now the only place I want to be is at home with the family. Mum and Sophie can't get here fast enough. Nine days and counting.
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