I have to go to court tomorrow and give evidence about being held up with a knife at my throat. This happened almost a year ago. Within two months of the incident, I had managed to push the majority of the details out of my brain. On top of that, I had so many dreams (or perhaps nightmares is a better term) about it that I'm not entirely sure which memories are facts anymore. I just want it to be this time tomorrow and for the whole ordeal to be over. I don't want to relive it, and I don't want to make a fool of myself when I can't answer the questions either. Or if I contradict my statement.
My eyes are burning but as soon as I close them I'm wide awake. I think it's going to be a long night. The only thing I feel like watching is Stargate and I just finished the third season. I have to go to the video store to get season four. Potentially I could go now, they're still open for another 40 minutes. But it's cold out there and I really can't be bothered walking. Although it might help me sleep. I don't know.
Side note which is actually far more important in my life but isn't stopping me from sleeping, Dad is moving back up here. He and Bec (mainly Bec) couldn't handle the separation. I figured that would happen - I know I couldn't do long distance, and they have a kid to raise. So in a selfish way I'm happy, because I miss my Dad. But I'm also disappointed because he loves that job and now they'll probably both have to work and put Ben in fulltime childcare. I hope my life works out easier than theirs has, although with a degree in English Literature, it's not highly likely.
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