so the whole family is in a frenzy because the brother is leaving today, in a few hours' time. i bought him a whole random lot of food and forced him to eat them, on the basis that he wouldnt get them in melbourne. ha! and now he tells me it's my fault that he cant have his last run, which means he cant empty his stomach in time for more seafood later. typical gluttony.
maybe i'll cry. i wonder. i hope i wont though because im already dreading that scene. yes it still haunts me till this day..6 months on. maybe im still in denial, and that will mean crying later for all the wrong reasons.
Never waking up it seems
The alarm is broken
Running in a dream and it's like slow motion