Today I

I climbed out of bed before 10, didn't cry or wallow, turned up to my piano teacher's house at the wrong time. I think that as my friends move away that will become a more frequent occurrence,

I will just turn up at people who are still here's houses and say that they agreed to see me.

She was very welcoming though, we had a cup of tea in her kitchen.

I'm trying like made to find jobs in ski resorts.

This is my life.