Just checking in.

As the days have gone by I have become more and more depressed. I think that it is something to do with going back to work tomorrow. I am dreading it.

It is not depression. Not really. It is just yer Jerry being pissed off. The drag of the norm.

I have the play "Pornography", and the films "The Wackness", "The Duchess" and "Disaster Movie", to write about. I will be doing that tomorrow.

I will be better when some structure has returned.

There are some evenings when the frustration gets so acute that you just want to undress, wash, clean your teeth, go to your room (the front bedroom, which is my room, as opposed to the back bedroom, that used to be our room), grab your MP3 player and lie in the dark listening to music for hours on end to shut the world out.

That was last night. I don't think that Jennifer even knew I had gone to bed.

I turned my MP3 player off after listening to this song by the Seekers. It was my Gran's favourite song. It was played during her funeral service. I always find this song very emotional.

Yes. I will love my Gran until the day I die.



Today was a much better day.