and I don't have any guide

Well, almost everything that could go wrong today did, indeed, go wrong. I'm so used to dealing with minor crises and then moving on with a shrug that I didn't even notice until my mother repeated a request in a manner that seemed slightly unreasonable, and I raised my voice as I left the room. Me, I don't raise my voice much. I am Miss Unflappable. But...reminiscent of that time in Year 12 when I totally lost my shit and threw someone's books across the room because I was having a small mental breakdown, it turns out that enough crap in one day will push me over the edge without me even noticing until, well, the edge is a few metres behind me and I am hovering in midair like one of those cartoon characters who won't be affected by gravity for a few humourous moments. And then they fall. (But luckily, they generally pick themselves up again quite cheerfully.)

I'm going to listen to this song a few more times, and then watch an episode of Dexter, and then do some soothing French grammar and drink some tea. And tomorrow my mother and I are going to the Lifeline book fair and then to the Canberra Philharmonic Society's production of The Producers, which I have been told is fantastic, and this weekend: CHOIR CAMP! Bach, Vivaldi, Handel, trivia competitions, crazy revue acts, and a whole lot of alcohol.

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