I keep waking up, wanting to write something meaningful. I end up picking on my boyfriend and moaning about it to my cats. Cat’s, I might add, who see me as a walking vending machine. Push enough buttons and food will come out. We play this game all day.
Staring at the blank page continues. First I wanted to write about all the funny (in hindsight) arguments my boyfriend Daan and I had whilst we were travelling. We get so childish, we make other couples feel good about themselves. I thought this was hysterical. ..he did not.
He’s been thrown in like 10.000 projects at once when we got home and he’s working around the clock. I feel bad complaining about hardly seeing each other. However, it turns out he takes me for lunch during the night.
The other night around 3 a.m.:
D: Ains! (Nudging me with his elbow) You need to pick a sandwich! Me:(Sleepy but entertained immediately) Eh..ok. .which one are you having? D: Hmmmmmm….that one! Me: OK, I’ll take the other one. So where are we now? D: (Matter of factly ) In town of course! Me: Oh yes I see.
I like to keep the impression that I’m a busy, responsible adult. For example. .my mum left me the watch her house and cats while she was away on holiday. She managed to use all forms of communication to tell me to not let one of the cats upstairs. Obviously I did ( not on purpose) let him upstairs for 3 whole seconds. And in this time he managed to pee on my bed and clothes. I must say, I’m impressed by his accuracy and speed. However I did not find the time to write about anything meaningful or life changing.
The only thing I’ll be changing today are my sheets.