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Hi folks!
I'm normally ok with things, but sometimes after a Visit to the Folx, I feel bad the next day. It's so fast, you wouldn't believe how fast someone can go downhill, she is worse even than at Easter.
We went to Wales at Easter to look at 'where the ashes will go', which turned out to be an unimpressive couple of ponds in the valleys (near Aneurin Bevan's memorial, which should please papa no end hahaha). My brother backed out of the whole experience, which left me livid, but I sort of made up afterwards during a rather weird one-sided row that was more like a lecture. Papa acted like an arse at me again on another day, and doesn't get on with my poor aunt and oh how I long for that clone upbringing in a tank somewhere far away from all this. I went for a lot of long walks every time an argument looked close to starting.
I did get a black laugh out of maudlin papa saying "I haven't been a good father, really" for some damn reason. Not only is it not really relevant at the moment, it's also a gigantic understatement. I don't know if it's repulsive or sort of healthy, but I'm tempted to have a silent spread bet with myself about when The Big Day arrives. I say Oct 20th, same as my cousin two years ago, just for maximum awkwardness.
The course/teaching thing has been going ok, but I am awful at time management and preparing stuff from home. I should be doing a slide show for "Blake and his historical context" but I just played more Lego Star Wars. They have such cute little faces! I wonder if I could take the day off tomorrow for Emotional Stress, or save it up for when it's *really* needed.
Talking of which, I do like Crashdown's turn on "Smallville" and the latest "Heroes". I should go for a walk or something, but I'm watching a music-video programme of EVERY NUMBER ONE OF THE EIGHTIES OMG, which will take all day, as it's been five hours (with taping and skipping ads, so only 2 really) and they're just up to 1985.
I'm normally ok with things, but sometimes after a Visit to the Folx, I feel bad the next day. It's so fast, you wouldn't believe how fast someone can go downhill, she is worse even than at Easter.
We went to Wales at Easter to look at 'where the ashes will go', which turned out to be an unimpressive couple of ponds in the valleys (near Aneurin Bevan's memorial, which should please papa no end hahaha). My brother backed out of the whole experience, which left me livid, but I sort of made up afterwards during a rather weird one-sided row that was more like a lecture. Papa acted like an arse at me again on another day, and doesn't get on with my poor aunt and oh how I long for that clone upbringing in a tank somewhere far away from all this. I went for a lot of long walks every time an argument looked close to starting.
I did get a black laugh out of maudlin papa saying "I haven't been a good father, really" for some damn reason. Not only is it not really relevant at the moment, it's also a gigantic understatement. I don't know if it's repulsive or sort of healthy, but I'm tempted to have a silent spread bet with myself about when The Big Day arrives. I say Oct 20th, same as my cousin two years ago, just for maximum awkwardness.
The course/teaching thing has been going ok, but I am awful at time management and preparing stuff from home. I should be doing a slide show for "Blake and his historical context" but I just played more Lego Star Wars. They have such cute little faces! I wonder if I could take the day off tomorrow for Emotional Stress, or save it up for when it's *really* needed.
Talking of which, I do like Crashdown's turn on "Smallville" and the latest "Heroes". I should go for a walk or something, but I'm watching a music-video programme of EVERY NUMBER ONE OF THE EIGHTIES OMG, which will take all day, as it's been five hours (with taping and skipping ads, so only 2 really) and they're just up to 1985.