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My 7 minutes today as i wait for the phone call that will make me spring to action.
Apparently I'm "grieving". And there a few stages to this process.
Ah well, I give myself another month and a bit. Then I shall get off my butt, and life will carry on.
Oh damn phone call. Just call me and tell it's ready to be picked up. I don't want to say what the it is - as various severe government agencies would probably swing into action right away.
There. Not quite 7 minutes, but almost.
Apparently I'm "grieving". And there a few stages to this process.
- Denial - yup, been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
- Anger - yup, been there, done that, got the t-shirt, a red one.
- Bargaining - interestingly enough, didn't bother bargaining. I'm terrible at it despite my genetic disposition
- Guilt - whatever for?!
- Depression - I think I might in the midst of this now.
- Acceptance and Hope - Pernicious hope, there are a few little rays every now and again, but still pretty dim. Would help if the weather wasn't so flipping grey.
Ah well, I give myself another month and a bit. Then I shall get off my butt, and life will carry on.
Oh damn phone call. Just call me and tell it's ready to be picked up. I don't want to say what the it is - as various severe government agencies would probably swing into action right away.
There. Not quite 7 minutes, but almost.