A propos olimpiad - nigdy więcej! Nie, taką frajerką już nie będę, nie dam się zapędzić w dwie na raz!
Gówno prawda. Znam siebie na tyle, żeby wiedzieć, że w przyszłym roku będzie dokładnie to samo. Ech... Nie ma to jak być nadambitną.
Z dobrych wiadomości: dostałam 3.9 kg książek pod choinkę (zdążyłam przeczytać raptem dwie sztuki), i dorwałam książki Zajdla w EMPiK'u - "Cała prawda o planecie Ksi" (już jakiś czas temu), a ostatnio "Limes Inferior" i "Paradyzję". + "Czerwone dywany, odmierzony krok" Ziemkiewicza, które teraz czytam, + "Alterland" Wolskiego. Fajnie jest, tylko, cholera...
I can't stand my grandmother's behaviour anymore. I swear she's becoming more obsessive-compulsive every day. She had a hysterical fit over things not being neat in my cosmetics drawer (she threw most of is contents onto the floor, and hard. What if there had been something fragile there? A perfume bottle, for example? But she isn't thinking when she's like this, and it's scary in its own right.), my jumpers and shirts and blouses not being folded precisely into the same width and not stored by colours...
And now she's sitting in front of the TV, staring unseeing at the screen, and I know she has no idea as to what's going on in the yet another soap opera she's supposedly watching. Nearly comatose, and it took me a few minutes of softly talking and gently shaking her shoulders to get her eyes to focus on my face when I asked whether or not she wanted some tea. She just shook her head. It' like she's become mute, really, and she didn't even bother to pretend for Mum when she came home, just went back upstairs. And her left knee is bothering her again.
A few days ago, Aunt Christine collapsed. The ER got called, and while it wasn't a cardiac arrest, it was a close call, and we're all worried. It doesn't help that she has two extremely lively and young grandchildren to take care of and she's extremely overworked. She put the babysitting on hold for the few days she needed for necessary medical examinations, but as of today, she's back on 'duty'.
I feel so bloody helpless. And depressed, let's not forget depressed. My nerves are v. much frayed. Ah well. It could have been worse. No idea how, but it could have been worse.