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| I have dry hands |
| 10.19.04 (1:14 pm) [edit] |
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Pottery probably doesn't help. Last night we started using the wheel, and I found it extremely difficult. My clay flew off the wheel a couple of times. I also need to have short nails, too. Only one more month and a half of pottery. I don't think I will do it again. It's been interesting, but anything creative has never been my bag. Last night I was supposed to see Patrick after class; I don't know if he forgot or if he thought it was okay to bail without any warning :? The plan was to watch the movie I rented Sunday night after my class, and I told him I'd be done after 9. So when I talked to him at 9:30, he told me he was going to bed in half an hour! But not seeing him gave me the opportunity to clean my filthy floors, catch up on TV, and go to bed early. I can't complain about that since I've been complaining about having all these to do things piling up. I even woke up at 6:30 this morning and went to the gym. It was still dark out when I left home!! :shock: I called my dad last night, too. I hadn't talked to him in a while, and I heard he was sounding depressed. I really didn't know what to say, or how to say what I wanted to say. He's feeling down because he feels like a failure in the marriage department. At the same time, he says what he feels for my mom has turned from love to hate. To me, there are only two options for him: make it work with my mom or move on. He refuses to do either. I called my mom last night, too. For days now, she's been asking when she can see me and when I'm going to visit her for dinner. I don't mind seeing her, but I feel bad for splitting right after dinner. It's been busy lately. I still want to do more cooking. I think there was something else I wanted to say, but I can't remember. That's all for now. |
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