Frankly, My Dear: Day 22

Day 22: Mar 20, 2012.

Anniversaries are hard when they're no longer anniversaries. It was a long day.

The ex's Birthday parcel came in in the morning, I'm not sure if I want to open it on Saturday or throw it away. Receiving the brown box made me miserable, I'm not sure I could handle opening it up. My mom thinks I should return it.

I've had to keep spirits up for Man, and we had a good day. Wore my atrocious heels, made a bit of an effort too look nice for the pictures, but that amounted to nought, most of the pictures were crap anyway.

I drowned myself in Max Brenners' indulgences, haven't done that in almost two years. In fact, in a little over two years.

Exciting thing that happened today: a centipede of some kind found it's way into our room through the verandah. KK and Man leaped onto the beds, Shre had the sense to go get a broom. I tried to get rid of it by pouring salt over it, but apparently that doesn't work on centipedes. Eventually the centipede climbed into the broom which we had to dispose off, the broom's now lying alone on the staircase landing outside the apartment. KK insists that the pede was poisonous, it could've been fatal or something. I think she's trying to justify leaping onto the bed as if she'd had her ass pinched by Strauss-Kahn.

Incidentally, did you know that squealing, like yawning, is dangerously contagious? It is. It can't be helped. You need one to start, and the rest of us lose our heads and fall about each other like dominoes. The smarter among us regain sense in a moment or two.

I'm tired, it's that time of the month, and my body doesn't seem to like me anymore.

Two songs have been playing on repeat, Gonna Get Over You and Aa Chukh Botal Daru Di. The latter noone else seems to like, so I can only listen to it on headphones.

I have a presentation due tomorrow, else I would hit the freezer and dig out a desperately needed drink.

I'll be alright, just not tonight. Someday.