Update on my life.
So yeah. MIA much longer than I planned, sorry about that. This is why:
Saturday -> Sunday (about 6 PM): Most amazing time. I'm not sure if it was the best weekend of my life (there were no horses involved) but it came pretty damn close. Sara came on Saturday (she's amazing, we get on so well and she's so humble and just- we are actually non-identical-and-somewhat-non-related twins) and we made brownies because she could chip the chocolate and put them in and take them out for us. Then she introduced me to Fruits Basket for which I must thank her asap. Although the grammar of the title makes me -ahem- UPSET.
Then on Sunday Dad bought us breakfast which was yummy and watched some more Fruits Basket with our own added commentary about Yuuki-who-is-a-boy-but-by-a-girl and Shigure-who-is-pervert-but-hysterical and The Cow one who's name I can't remember but Sara adores. (I WILL WATCH YB SOMETIMES I SWEAR. And Sailor Moon. And everything else on The List).
Then Emma and Hayley appeared with Streetcar Named Desire with Marlon Brandow and popcorn and we finished the brownies and Emma is actually obsessed. Like, she adores him more than Al Pacino who has the Mafia and death on his side. Which is a major plus in Emma's books. And mine, now that I think about it.
Sunday (about 8 PM onwards): Sort of had a break down. As in I might have sort of written a suicide note. Which, um, I will do something with. Anyway, I moved the painkillers out of my room that morning and I was in too much pain and too depressed to actually go and get them - which I think may have been the point... But I can't really remember, anything after eight-ish. So I sort of cried myself asleep.
Monday (all of it): Actually, I can't really remember that either, I think I must have slept all day. Anyway, I got up about five-ish, if I remember rightly and had something to eat and... then I went back to sleep.
Tuesday (again, all of it): Uhm, woke up late, again. Basically, everyone was really nice to me. And by everyone, I mean my mum and my dad and my brother as they are the only ones I see during the week. My brother made me brownies (he can actually bake which combined with my mothers supervision of measurements and timers means it works well) and my mum bought loads of my favourite food and Dad was just really sweet and I felt better. Sort of.
AND I got my new bed. It is amazing and NASA!fail (aka memory foam) and it's black and I love it SO HARD.
Wednesday/Thursday: Now, I'm not totally sure what happened here. Because I know that on Wednesday morning my brother went to Rome to be Religious and then now that I think about it on Thursday morning I made muffins and at some point I went to the Hospital (on Wednesday or Thursday) to see the Neurosurgeon, but um, I'm not totally sure. Basically, I thought today was Thursday when in fact it was Friday and I lost Thursday somewhere. I honestly cannot remember.
Friday: Slept all day again, woke up at about seven-ish and had ... breakfast? Dinner? idk. It was pizza but um, it was seven in the evening and it was my first meal? idkidk.
Watched Mock the Week and Silent Witness with my parents and had hot chocolate, and it's now 11:05 and I've come back to bed. I will now attempt to catch up with people. Um.
And you know the weird thing? I'M STILL TIRED.