It has been sort of a wonky, over-thought about week. Or weeks. Dad left for England on a business trip just as I began journaling. He was supposed to be gone two weeks. I am being told that he was, but was it just one? I have no memory of anything. Actually, I think I have too much memory.
This, I blame on journaling. No, not a substitute for the blog... just an experiment. And I found myself going back and reading. Over and over and over again. It was obsessive. I'd write a paragraph, then go back and read what I wrote the day or two before. And over and over again. This combined with about 10:30 at night, made everything seem a lot bigger that it really was.
My life had suddenly expanded... each day was so over thought of that it could be two days...
And then, with someone out of the house, you find yourself sort of a substitute for them. And vise-versa. Mom would tell me things that she would've told dad. And I would do the same.
We watched T.V. twice as much and eat tons of salami and cheese. And never exercise. And skip church.
Thank goodness dad's coming home today.
There was lots of creativity, though. This is just one of the outfits I obsessively made for this paper doll. I think we're being haunted by catalog companies. We're getting, like, three a day now. And they're all these weird kid's clothes companies that we've never heard of... it's kind of interesting, actually. After you've read them all ten times you kind of feel like drawing the outfits.
The collage up above is sort of the result of listening to music while sitting in front of a pile of catalogs.
All of my friends are off for spring break, which started yesterday. So, it's just me and mom and dad. All week long. Sometimes I feel like I'm going a bit crazy.