We�ve been home 3 months so by now, I guess I�ve started to figure a) which people seem to want to see me b) which don�t seem to want to make the effort c) which by external circumstances I haven�t seen but would like to etc. And all working the other way around.
I�m still not entirely sure what I�m left with. And I�m not sure that I�m happy about it. A sign of things to come, most definitely.
People have started to talk. Things have been arriving in the post. Tensions are mounting almost. You know what I�m talking about. A week today.
I�m feeling frustrated already. And I�m afraid of being disappointed by the change that I seem to want so much.
I've been listening to crap music for fun. and singing really loudly.
I typed seventy times 7 into google out of bordom. And it told me:
-which I didn't want to know, but ok. Google get's too clever for it's own good sometimes. (Only you brand new kids will understand.)
Frustrated by routine again. And an indefinable isolation.
Maybe I always will be. Maybe I inflict it on myself.
I don�t even know what I�m talking about, but I feel it.
night has fallen down the staircase | ...you'd at least be a chapter titled \"One not to forget\"
