9th September 2005
Binges: pasta dindin on the 7th
Cigs: 3 on the 7th
Drinks: 3 on the 7th
Himself turns 59 today, one more to the big six oh. dinner apparently. wonder where. good lord i do loathe female hormones, they make one feel so dreadful. as if i didnt have mood swings enough to begin with! the girls came to dinner on the 7th, Himself was out to business sumfink, so we had a good time. candles and all. much fun. wish we coudl do more often.
have realised fatal flaw in be happy to live at home plan, life goes back to chaoitc commuting, something that does not appeal. no cat, no theatre. no hope at theatre, unless willing to get home at 10pm. not bad thing really, except for half our commute by public tranport that will precede. alos more of the pretend listening might be too much to handle.
am constantly amazed at amma's ability to have a discussion and then completely forget its existence. cannot understand how, after several breakfast conversations - that being time of day of most alertness for her - she still cannot remember planned trips. give up. really do. cannot handle the tuning out anymore. cannot understand why fail to even try and scratch surface, being daughter and all you'd think they wld. v happy to accept chirpy burbly front and not have to bother selves with finding out if really happy or not. denial can go too far.
must take lessons in weeping on phone - seems to work to get attention. slicing arm however isnt even noticed - not that thats a bad thing.
work calls.
Cigs: 3 on the 7th
Drinks: 3 on the 7th
Himself turns 59 today, one more to the big six oh. dinner apparently. wonder where. good lord i do loathe female hormones, they make one feel so dreadful. as if i didnt have mood swings enough to begin with! the girls came to dinner on the 7th, Himself was out to business sumfink, so we had a good time. candles and all. much fun. wish we coudl do more often.
have realised fatal flaw in be happy to live at home plan, life goes back to chaoitc commuting, something that does not appeal. no cat, no theatre. no hope at theatre, unless willing to get home at 10pm. not bad thing really, except for half our commute by public tranport that will precede. alos more of the pretend listening might be too much to handle.
am constantly amazed at amma's ability to have a discussion and then completely forget its existence. cannot understand how, after several breakfast conversations - that being time of day of most alertness for her - she still cannot remember planned trips. give up. really do. cannot handle the tuning out anymore. cannot understand why fail to even try and scratch surface, being daughter and all you'd think they wld. v happy to accept chirpy burbly front and not have to bother selves with finding out if really happy or not. denial can go too far.
must take lessons in weeping on phone - seems to work to get attention. slicing arm however isnt even noticed - not that thats a bad thing.
work calls.
posted by MinCat at 10:01 AM
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