this weekend

I was so tired when I was wandering aimlessly around the flat. Eventually, eventually I retired to bed.
I am recollecting this weekend and re-examining it. It’s blurry… it snowed on Friday morning and so Hannah and I went for a walk in the forest where I went as a child. It was pure nostalgia. I remembered the roads, the houses, the contours of the landscape, the pubs and the stables like I’d been there a thousand times over. We ate lunch and there were 2 car crashes on the route home. I babysat in the evening, had a quick pint and went straight to bed at Katie's.

Saturday was nothingness until a pivotal attraction- the type that leaves you unsure about whether you like or hate the person but there is an intriguing spark. In the afternoon, a very brief and somewhat secretive drink with gay friends, and then met some mutual friends for bowling. The rest of the night is being rapidly repressed but it began with stumbling upon an ex boyfriend and chums who still haven’t grown up. They are still 15 years old. I am not.

Sunday I worked at Tottenham Court Road instead of Bond Street and it was rather unpleasant. I spent an hour in Foils (the bookstore) and bought a book I wanted for myself, for my mom. I wasn’t in the mood on Sunday evening. I ate chocolate bars and I was all ‘don’t talk to me, don’t touch me'. Showered and eventually, eventually to bed. I felt quite insignificant on Sunday. It’s not at all unusual. But I’m glad to adore Hannah more than ever.