Someone or somehow, my stuff has been clear out of the kitchen spaces and the place actually looks tidy. I’m sure I have Emen to thank, if not the whole bunch of them. I should feel angry like I did last night, because it really isn’t anybody’s buisness and I would have confronted rather than given in. The fact that they didn’t let me has me a bit ashamed and a bit grateful, though in a way that doesn’t want me to show my face.
I’m writing this on Word because blogger’s down for maintenance.
Started smoking again and it really was the boost I needed to send of Richard’s e-mail. Throat is sore and I haven’t had a proper meal in days. Can’t even bring myself to go into the kitchen to experience my shame.
It’s nice having non-Lit friends. Though we might have been stretching for conversation at points it was nice being with Clarissa. Missed talking about the film, but then I could do that with anyone I suppose.
Turned out it was Terry who did the moving. Wonder what to think about that.
