alone.

At 5 am, my niece woke me up to tell me they were all leaving and that I should switch off my light (I’d fallen asleep reading Down and Out in Paris and London) and go back to sleep. She sounded … bossy. But also concerned. I suppose it runs in the genes.

Anyway, so my family is now in KL. And I’ve been nursing anxiety about this whole being-alone-at-home thing since yesterday. Ever since my mother quit her job, I haven’t had a day alone at home. Like, for a really long time. It feels weird. I’m proud to say that I bathed at 1, that I’ve eaten both breakfast and lunch, and have plans to haul my ass out of the house at 7 to get dinner and um, toothpaste for the trip.

But dear me, the afternoon is going by very slowly. I watched all four episodes of True Blood that I recorded yesterday. I watched half of Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus. I’m still trying to find working streams of Gossip Girl eps 9 and 10. Oh, and I finished Down and Out, but I don’t know what to read next. It’s 4.38pm. I really just want to nap.

Also, why is it that inertia and boredom gives me such terrible headaches?

I will be counting the seconds to KL.