1:26 am - Tuesday, Dec. 30, 2003
Strange Things (what movie?)
Straaaaaaange things are hap'nin to me.....straaaaaaange things.....
Was it just me, or is that a song from my youth? It must be, I just can't remember what movie it's from.
Either way... it was not a really fun day today. I stayed in my pj's for most of the afternoon and looked frumpy, and there was just constant fighting everywhere in this house...it made me want to go for a walk myself. She wasn't really walking...she was in my bedroom in the dark, lying on the bed. I was in there talking on the phone and didn't even notice. Strange, like I said. I don't think that anyone is happy, and so despite my best efforts, I don't really think that I'm happy either. Which is sad, because I only spend a few days at home every year - I really want them to be full of nice memories and togetherness and family outings. Not fighting and sulking and the tension that floats through the air. The worst part is that I don't feel comfortable here as it is..it's really not MY house, and this is just making it worse. I'm not ready to go home yet - I'm going to miss my mom so much. I can't wait to move back out here...whenever that day will be? When I can see my mom every weekend ... be part of a family again, instead of so alone out in Kingston. And the work is just laying on me like a pile of bricks. I've been working for a few hours tonight, and will keep going until I go home. It just doesn't stop - y'know? I'm ready for it to stop.
Ah well.
Really. There's no use whining, even to my diary. I just have to pull up my socks and get it done. So back upstairs I go to the warm kitchen to get some typing done. A few more questions and I think that I'll call it a night.
