This Week
Equals
I have had massive arguments with some of those closest to me
I haven't left the house since Sunday but secretly quite enjoy it
I've been writing, in all senses of the word, quite a lot
I have realised some very important things about myself and those I work with
It is still only Tuesday
I am re-reading The Bell Jar, surprise, surprise:
'Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with someone I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath."'
Hot baths have been my new solace of late. I used to love baths when I was a kid but have just rediscovered them since I moved into this house. I think it's because we live up so high in the clouds and the water pressure is so bad and also we only have a kind of hose and not a proper shower. Perhaps all that has something to do with it. Anyway, I love bath time. Shower in the morning and have a hot bath every night. It is the secret to keeping sane.
Honestly.
