I went to see my dad in hospital and he seems totally fine!!! Still, he has to stay there until Monday. Great view of parliament and the river from his window.
whoops it’s not overnight anymore now he has to stay for a week
I’ve been busy today so I got home late only for my mum to tell me that my dad’s in hospital overnight because he went for a checkup and the doctor suspects he had a heart attack LAST WEEK
I mean he had to take a day off work because he said he wasn’t well but he’s seemed FINE
and then my mum asked “so how was your day?”
fucking hell
Over time it became impossible to believe that any of us would ever improve. Fall arrived and it rained every day, meaning we would now be scolded for the water dripping from our coats and umbrellas. It was mid-October when the teacher singled me out, saying, “Every day spent with you is like having a cesarean section.” And it struck me that, for the first time since arriving in France, I could understand every word that someone was saying. Understanding doesn’t mean that you can suddenly speak the language. Far from it. It’s a small step, nothing more, yet its rewards are intoxicating and deceptive. The teacher continued her diatribe and I settled back, bathing in the subtle beauty of each new curse and insult. “You exhaust me with your foolishness and reward my efforts with nothing but pain, do you understand me?” The world opened up, and it was with great joy that I responded, “I know the thing that you speak exact now. Talk me more, you, plus, please, plus.David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day
JUST TALKED TO A VERY NICE PERSON FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF
MOSTLY ABOUT CATS, DOGS, TEETH, DREAMS, KAFKA AND APHIDS
FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF
WE HAD TO REALISE WE WERE BOTH VERY HUNGRY FOR US TO GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS
SHOULD HAVE SAID: YOU ARE NOT AT ALL ODD YOU ARE VERY GOOD
if my hair is particularly greasy in the morning then I can do one of two things:
1. wash my hair
2. chop my head off
I’ve not been entirely honest with you…I had a solitary beetroot for dinner
NEVER EVANCALOUS
"Take a good look at this ghastly sight, at this still writhing worm, crushed and yet glaring at you."
Scans - poems - ASK ME HOW YOUR DAY WENT - music wot I like
