Things here in the co-op house are getting a little easier. I have discovered that many of my interpersonal problems can be solved by (big surprise? not really) listening more. A lot more.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I took it as a kind of personal day. I went to the mental health place in town to ask for an appointment, and they gave it to me. I also went to Mind to ask about getting support and advice. I sat in a coffee shop and drank vegan hot chocolate and a brie and cranberry panini, which may have confused eavesdroppers. And I sorted out all my rent and finances.
Later on, I was very very slow. I could only just walk, and couldn’t lift anything heavier than a pint of water, and with struggle, not for very long. But I didn’t go to bed; I didn’t want to. I very very slowly sorted through some paperwork and tidied my room and ate dinner on an armchair and then kept going. Everything took five times longer, but I did it.
This morning I woke up at 4:30am for no reason, with “Carry On Wayward Son” playing in my head and giving me Supernatural feels. I now feel extremely ready to take on the post pockets for by the front door, but fabric shops are not open at 5am and I am thwarted. How to describe them? They’re like fabric pigeon hole pockets, flat against the wall. There are eight of us, so we kinda need it, I think.
I will post a photo when I’m done, because at this fresh and perky hour of 5am I found a spot in my room that has really consistent wireless internet from two doors down. (I’m not stealing it; we were given the password for the network by a sympathetic friend while we wait for BT to fix a fault on the line.) Again with the Supernatural feels, the network is called R2DEAN2.
Oh Dean and Castiel and Sam! I want you all to be okay. Also, Castiel, come be my friend now.
Anyway, I guess I will ask Hannah if she has anything in her fabric stash that might work for the pockets, when she wakes up. Until then… Hrm. *tumtitumtitum*
NB: Since I’ve now moved house and handed in the keys to my old flat, the tag will be Golem, since that’s our co-op’s name. Here is our blawg. (Currently I’m waiting to hear back from the estate agent of my former flat about whether I’ve tidied up the garden enough to get my deposit back.)