I am sorry for not updating

I woke up and first thing this morning had a wholly unhappy phone conversation which drove me back to sleep until 2.45pm. Then I woke up again and felt all no I do not want to go to Metrotown when yesterday I was all I need to geddoutuvthehouseandgosomewhereduringtheweekendorIllgocrazy. That's when i realised how much work I had to do, and it all collapsed on me like a gypsy bath built on spindly sticks of wood. I am one hundred and four percent sure, or is it ten-ish, or less? Not more though.

But I promised Gilbert and so I'll go. Besides, we need to get groceries and I need to get comfort food. I'm already halfway into hibernating, winter is coming, and I need chocolate. I have three beds in the house; my own bed in my room, and the two couches downstairs for my afternoon siestas. I sleep a total of 12 hours a day, or somewhere about there anyway.

It doesn't really help that David in the next room plays sad-sounding music with happy lyrics which thumps through my wall to confuse my moods. Or happy music with sad lyrics. It's all good music though. And that one day, he played the song from Amelie over and over again, which just made me miss home a bit more.