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Tuesday, 20 July 2004 12:05 pmI am feeling quite good today, although I have spent the morning in bed again. I've got to stop doing this.
I miss Robert. And my house.
I might go and have a bath. I wish I could be interesting here and say something people would like to respond to; but I can't think of anything. I feel as though I exist in limbo, with nothing in my life but waiting for other things to happen. Nothing is now. Even the things that are now, the things that I do, are just marking time waiting for the real things. I'm going round in circles, getting nowhere, and I'm completely powerless to do anything about it.
Dammit, I even miss the bus-stop down the road from our house in Reading. I don't know why.
I have just had a BATH. And it was good.
I miss Robert. And my house.
I might go and have a bath. I wish I could be interesting here and say something people would like to respond to; but I can't think of anything. I feel as though I exist in limbo, with nothing in my life but waiting for other things to happen. Nothing is now. Even the things that are now, the things that I do, are just marking time waiting for the real things. I'm going round in circles, getting nowhere, and I'm completely powerless to do anything about it.
Dammit, I even miss the bus-stop down the road from our house in Reading. I don't know why.
I have just had a BATH. And it was good.