I got a little emotional thinking about this blog today. I wrote in here as a teenager right out of school, as a 20 something in med school, as a doctor, and now as a married...woman(what?) nearing 30. (WHAT?) And yet. It's still me. Same old me. I have begun to write less, too infrequently if you ask me but i have a lot more to say. It needs to be said. It needs to be heard. I need to be heard.

I can feel a molecular shift inside me. Again.

Today, it was hard to get out of bed. I wasn't too sleepy, but i stayed in anyway. Then i decided to get out but insisted on wearing pyjamas even after i had showered. I thought i'd make myself that sandwich that i make well, but then ate something else that i didn't even make. But the room is clean, and i am clean, and tummy is full. And maybe i'll have coffee in a bit.
I'm watching After life, and it's quite brilliant. And funny. How I love it when people are genuinely funny. The comedy might be a bit morbid or dark for some, but hey, i like it.
I'm waiting for an interview call.
So i was watching tv, and suddenly i missed, and really missed just sitting in a cafe, at brunch, having tea and laughing with whomever im sat opposite to. Just a good conversation, a good laugh. Good food and good tea. I miss that.
I'm gonna need new friends too.
Its June already. Half the year has gone by.
I made mango mousse yesterday on a whim and it wasn't really moussey. It was more like. Thick milkshaky. Thats okay.
Something that I like about A is that. He does well in crisis. I don't know if i'd call yesterday a crisis, but I feel like. He does well. He's a good sport when i'm having some trouble of my own. Wound up in some shit. He makes me feel i'm not alone and that it's going to be okay. And that's important right? Emotional crises however, are a different story.
I'm reading The Fourth Estate these days, did i mention?
Want to finish it already but i'm only 200 pages in.