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8.30 p.m. (I think) to 0.30 a.m. on the couch, and now sleep is playing hide and seek. So why not spam the f-list with a bit of self-analysis 101?
Sudden insight, almost blindingly incandescent, struck today at the gym, by the way. I almost fell off the treadmill.
Mr H is my father, alluringly re-wrapped in gorgeousness so it'd take me a while to uncover the truth. And there I was wondering why every horror story about his abusive behaviour was making him more interesting instead of triggering the urge to run. Because, you know, somewhere deep down there's this wish to prove that I can face the tyrant and win. Now that I've understood what exactly is happening, I find it mildly amusing. Rolling my eyes at myself, of course, and also curious as to what's going to happen. Will the attraction fade completely, or will it persist? Well, I'm going to find out.
Daniel the Lovely Nephew called me today. From Sidney, so I knew something very good or very bad must have happened. He's got a job at a very fancy, upbeat Italian restaurant, whose owner will sponsor him so he'll get his residence permit. Now he merely has to pass the obligatory English test, and he's done it. My wonderful, darling boy has gone to Australia all on his own and landed a well-paid job as a chef. He's made his dream come true, all by himself. I'm so proud I could burst. His friend Florian got a job, too, so they'll be looking for a flat and moving in together. Of course this means that I'll have to go to Australia in order to see him, but for Daniel I'm willing to overcome my deep-seated hate of transcontinental flights.
Time to place an order for groceries etc. and then maybe sleep will come to me.
Sudden insight, almost blindingly incandescent, struck today at the gym, by the way. I almost fell off the treadmill.
Mr H is my father, alluringly re-wrapped in gorgeousness so it'd take me a while to uncover the truth. And there I was wondering why every horror story about his abusive behaviour was making him more interesting instead of triggering the urge to run. Because, you know, somewhere deep down there's this wish to prove that I can face the tyrant and win. Now that I've understood what exactly is happening, I find it mildly amusing. Rolling my eyes at myself, of course, and also curious as to what's going to happen. Will the attraction fade completely, or will it persist? Well, I'm going to find out.
Daniel the Lovely Nephew called me today. From Sidney, so I knew something very good or very bad must have happened. He's got a job at a very fancy, upbeat Italian restaurant, whose owner will sponsor him so he'll get his residence permit. Now he merely has to pass the obligatory English test, and he's done it. My wonderful, darling boy has gone to Australia all on his own and landed a well-paid job as a chef. He's made his dream come true, all by himself. I'm so proud I could burst. His friend Florian got a job, too, so they'll be looking for a flat and moving in together. Of course this means that I'll have to go to Australia in order to see him, but for Daniel I'm willing to overcome my deep-seated hate of transcontinental flights.
Time to place an order for groceries etc. and then maybe sleep will come to me.
