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I was going to do a great big update detailing everything that has happened since Saturday. However, I can't be arsed. It'd just create lots of drama, and make me have to go over everything that happened again, which would be very emotionally draining for me (again).
Basically what happened was I got drunk and realised I didn't want to go home. So I told my Dad so. I ended up crying all the way home on the bus talking to him. And by the time I'd got home I'd managed to get a promise out of him that he's going to get help. Eventually. So I'm not holding my breath, but he heard what I had to say, and he's going to stop making me feel responsible for his behaviour. So thats something.
I then went to Rach's on Tuesday and got thundered at, but had barbeque anyway, and played Croquet (I lost, twice...), and played the PS2 kareoke game (I came second!).
I could talk a lot more about Monday, or describe in detail what happened in Tuesday, including the huge extent of my blisters (heat + shoes that fit well in the cold + sweat = rubbing shoes) and why I could hardly walk yesterday because of all the walking I done (with ice cream in my bag) on Tuesday. I'm not going to however - I'm just going to leave it there and go and read Mort.
I'm so very tired at the moment. I slept for 13 hours the night before last, and 11 hours last night, and I feel utterly knackered today. My pussy cats are suffering in the heat, they don't seem to want to do anything, and they're drinking water like nobody's business. Bless them, they are not the right colour for the weather!
Ok. Now I am going. Mmm. Cookies.
Basically what happened was I got drunk and realised I didn't want to go home. So I told my Dad so. I ended up crying all the way home on the bus talking to him. And by the time I'd got home I'd managed to get a promise out of him that he's going to get help. Eventually. So I'm not holding my breath, but he heard what I had to say, and he's going to stop making me feel responsible for his behaviour. So thats something.
I then went to Rach's on Tuesday and got thundered at, but had barbeque anyway, and played Croquet (I lost, twice...), and played the PS2 kareoke game (I came second!).
I could talk a lot more about Monday, or describe in detail what happened in Tuesday, including the huge extent of my blisters (heat + shoes that fit well in the cold + sweat = rubbing shoes) and why I could hardly walk yesterday because of all the walking I done (with ice cream in my bag) on Tuesday. I'm not going to however - I'm just going to leave it there and go and read Mort.
I'm so very tired at the moment. I slept for 13 hours the night before last, and 11 hours last night, and I feel utterly knackered today. My pussy cats are suffering in the heat, they don't seem to want to do anything, and they're drinking water like nobody's business. Bless them, they are not the right colour for the weather!
Ok. Now I am going. Mmm. Cookies.