I didn’t turn on my laptop yesterday. Instead, I enjoyed a long, hot bath; read quite a bit of Eclipse (the third book in the Twilight series. It seems that I’ve been every bit as sucked into it as most other people at the moment); tidied my room; watched a little trash TV (which you’ve got to love, really); straightened my hair; changed into a dress I’ve not worn since summer and started to practise my clarinet when Robbie turned up at mine. (It’s Granddad’s birthday this week so my family, with Robbie, celebrated at a nearby restaurant. It was entirely lovely.)
I haven’t been able to avoid my addiction today (I’m not just referring to the computer itself; blogging itself is an itch that needs scratching) but yesterday was great. Other than when Robbie was around, my time didn’t disappear for no apparent reason. I didn’t feel like my day had been entirely wasted; lazily draining into the night without much instance.
Speaking of addictions, Maeve found a cigarette in a drawer in Luke’s bedside table. She wasn’t supposed to be rooting in Luke’s drawer but she’s eight and innocent and what she found overrides her invasion of personal privacy. Sometime last year, I caught wind of his smoking habits and, naturally, passed it on to my parents. We weren’t exactly as… friendly as we are at the moment. And friendly is hardly the word to describe our relationship but there’s no bitterness any more. Just natural avoidance, talking if we have to. Anyway, I passed it on and he assured them that it was one or two puffs and that’s all. So this has been forgotten until today.
It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out. My familial disputes are always fun.
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