We've had a few aftershocks since yesterday, but nothing serious. I've realised I don't think I could live in a place that has frequent earthquakes - living with that constant silent threat that it could happen at any moment, without warning, would not be an advisable way for a highly anxious person to live.
I don't have anything of great interest to report. Lately, I have been feeling like I really want to be alone. I feel like I want to escape, be by myself, go where things are quiet. The people around me are driving me nuts - I'm tired of hearing people talk - just talk. The people at home, the people at work. One of my seven dwarf uncles is coming up with his family for the coming long weekend, and I don't particularly like this uncle - he's very selfish and ruthless - and really I just wish people would stay at home for their long weekends, instead of screwing up mine!
My boss is being weird at work and it's creeping me out too.
Today at the gym, I kind of tuned out, even from Benchpress me NOW Boy. I got to spy on him a little today, and everytime I see him tug on that rower handle, I wish those arms where around me - seriously, I do not have this reaction often. But in my head today, I felt like what is the point? In truth he probably doesn't give a rat's about the fact I am there.
I don't know anymore.
Over and out
SB xx
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