Dear Kay,
I'm waiting for Squidge to get here so I can go to bed, and feeling tired and hot and a bit kind of dizzy and strange. He's been on the coast with his mum for the last few days, though, and so I'm really looking forward to seeing him. Really, really.
While he was away he sent me a couple emails and left a message on my phone this morning, which just said he hoped I was haing a good day and he was thinking of me. It was so sweet, and I was telling Lara about it, and she said that he's started doing that thing where they make pointless contact because they miss you. Awesome!
But today was not good. I was going ok even though it was insanely busy with enrollments, and doing my best and yeah, moving and shaking. Got to lunch time, had lunch, chilled out, thought I'd drop off to the loo on the way back to the office. I will forever tell people I had a panic attack/migraine, but I need to tell someone the truth. I didn't get to the loo in time and wet my pants. I spent ten minutes trying to rinse them out and then dry them with the hand dryer in the bathroom, to no avail. So I put them on and squelched home, had a shower, and wondered what the fuck happened. How fucking embarrassing. I won't ever tell anyone except you.
Anyway. That was my day. And Squidge is here. Nighty night.
--K.
