Yesterday (my grandmother’s birthday) was simply exhausting…the constant repetition made me go through lots of emotional stages. I felt disgusted each time she touched me (as if her worms would move into my brain, too).
We went to a park with lots of funny toys, little buildings of the places around here and my brother, his girlfriend and me were playing lots (Why grow up when children have so much more fun?) on swing chairs, swings and playgrounds.
The day ended in a Greek restaurant where I had enough alcohol to feel sick enough today (four ouzo hmmm not that much). I’d like to have some coffee now but I know I get tired when the coffin level drops and my night is going to be very long. The shorter was the last night, the moodiness didn’t let me sleep but cry.