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ravenPedar is on-call today - he's doing a favour for a colleague - so I rolled out of bed at nine, just when he was leaving, and sat on the floor and wondered what to do with myself. Not very much, as it turned out; I have so much to do, so much homework and revision, and I feel so ill I have no motivation to do anything besides sit on the computer and sleep. In the end I did some of my unpacking, which is at least a start, and tidied my room up a little. And then sat down with the distinct feeling I'd never get up again. There's not much to eat in the house, but there is fresh milk, so I indulged in coffee (proper coffee, that is - in India it's entirely milk and mostly sugar) and lurked on the internet some more.
Of course, it's very quiet online today. So I have been writing and playing with Photoshop, both things I have had precious little time for lately, but they do seem somewhat lacking. I guess I'm lonely; after five days besieged, it seems strange to be just myself alone again. And it's desperately lonely out here today - not a soul is going out to the beach, and I would have gone myself to sit by the shore for a while if Pedar had come. But he couldn't, because he's on-call (and apparently being a half-mile from civilisation is not close enough if someone goes into labour) and he's said we'll go tomorrow. I don't know why I want to go so much. Maybe to reassure myself I'm really home, and everything that happened here really happened to me.
I ought to water the plants. There used to be a bromeliad in my room, but my mother mutilated it before she left. Claimed it was dying and snapped off the leaves. Now it's not red any more, only green, so it doesn't match my room like it did but that seems an entirely too shallow reason to throw it out. So I'm watering it.
Back to fic, then. Can I get a beta, please?
And a chocolate tart. That would be nice.
Of course, it's very quiet online today. So I have been writing and playing with Photoshop, both things I have had precious little time for lately, but they do seem somewhat lacking. I guess I'm lonely; after five days besieged, it seems strange to be just myself alone again. And it's desperately lonely out here today - not a soul is going out to the beach, and I would have gone myself to sit by the shore for a while if Pedar had come. But he couldn't, because he's on-call (and apparently being a half-mile from civilisation is not close enough if someone goes into labour) and he's said we'll go tomorrow. I don't know why I want to go so much. Maybe to reassure myself I'm really home, and everything that happened here really happened to me.
I ought to water the plants. There used to be a bromeliad in my room, but my mother mutilated it before she left. Claimed it was dying and snapped off the leaves. Now it's not red any more, only green, so it doesn't match my room like it did but that seems an entirely too shallow reason to throw it out. So I'm watering it.
Back to fic, then. Can I get a beta, please?
And a chocolate tart. That would be nice.
