... and now, somehow, she is one of the 11-M lawyers.
And the last time she saw me, I was really, really fat.
She was still gorgeous.
She still is. I've seen her picture in a national newspaper.
Yes, I googled her.
And lots of other people.
I can't sleep tonight.
My daughter fell off her bed, and her father and I run to help her. Adrenaline shot. At 2am. Fuck.
I've been on holidays for some days now. Just 3 left.
It has help me realise how much, lately, does my life completely suck.
It really does.
No, it doesn't. Not completely.
My professional life sucks 75% of the time.
My social life would suck, but it had to exist first.
Turning point: a couple (3rd this year?) gets divorced, and suddenly we're out of New Years Eve's plans.
My family life is great: we finally go out with my sister. A and 15 of her friends. To a Glam Covers Versions rock concert. It has been fun.
I'm a bit lost.
I feel sad and lonely about 1 or 2 weeks out of every 4.
I know what you're thinking. Part of it is hormones, I know.
The other part is that I have no friends here dragging me out of monotony, and that even when I work too fucking much it is never fucking enough.
The question now is: if sending everything to hell sounds like an improvement... is it, really?
