03.
It figures that once I manage to truly start in detaching my life from being just about work, that I need to work to escape my life.
There, I've indulged. If I mean to write anything else here, I won't be sulking like a child.
It's happened. There's nothing to be done for it. I have to make a decision and I'm not afraid to make the one that I should. It's a question of what's best for both of us, at this point, and I'm finding that difficult to discern.
I was very angry with her but now I'm not. Now I'm left with doubt, questions and the whole lot. I can't process this alone, and I can't involve my family. I suppose there's only one thing to do, then, before I squander away the next few months wailing and gnashing my teeth like this when she's already starting to show.
God, I'm a
It's been a long week. Got an invitation from Ron yesterday morning for the birthday party they're having for Min on the 26th. This should be good. Then again, it's always good. Though they might not look it, the Harkisses are great at making parties.
I might actually make it this year (due to a packed schedule I didn't make it last year and missed Lucy and Ron and a whole crowd apparently singing along with the wireless after a bottle too much) which surprises even me, but my advisor insisted I take a break from my doctoral work. Getting academic tunnel vision. You know how it is.
Peer Gynt approaches! Exciting prospect, big cast, new people. Hoping that more than a few of our third years from WADA will take it into consideration, there's a good batch in most of the programs, I'm frankly impressed.
Lesson in fifteen minutes, I should go get ready. How has everyone else been?