Like, I want to finish getting the typing done so that I can start writing the next section. It’s a simple plan; what can possibly go wrong?
Well, for a start I got into an argument with Josh before bed – and it was a late bedtime anyway because I’d let him stay up late to finish watching a film. (Yes, that was entirely my own fault.)
Then I had to call my parents about next week’s holiday.
Then I found out that my brother’s feeling down. He’s in the toxic situation of having just split up with his girlfriend while still living in the same house. And, to top it all, she’s already seeing someone else and flaunting it.
No matter how important getting this typing done is to me, making sure my baby brother’s ok is always going to top it. Not sure I made him feel any better, but I’ve offered him my house for the week I’m on holiday if he wants it.
So now, I’ve typed about 50 words, and my eyes are so tired I can hardly see the screen.
It’s a times like this that I think, ‘why didn’t I do the washing up straight after tea instead of leaving it?!’ That’s something to look forward to…
Right: 15 more minutes typing up, then I’ll tackle the washing up.