Friday, July 9
Did I ever mention that I hate weekends? I must say this every week. The loneliness is getting to me. So much time to fill. How did I manage before? I guess that being forced to be in the company of others, people I despised, for 40 hours a week, every week (except school holidays) meant that I treasured the time I had to myself. Time I could read or write or be depressed in. Now there's too much of it, and too little to punctuate it with. I wish for someone to spend time with, but I would probably tire of that soon. I don't have many things to do around here, it's awkward when people stay, trying to find activities. But if there was someone regular, we could go to the cinema, or drink and smoke and talk, or play chess or scrabble, or just hug. I hate this loneliness.
I didn't go to yoga tonight, and I think it was the last session. I started reading
Oryx and Crake finally, taking a break from
The Passion of New Eve.
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