start over again, grow ourselves new skin
I know why people say they hate weddings now. And not because Henri's a git, or any of that, I'd actually got to the point of being happy for them, yada yada. Because I like Liza, end of. Same reason I try to get on with Rita. Nick. End of story.
You know, why didn't I just marry him? It'd have saved so much hassle. I shouldn't joke about that, though. Really. Considering. But I'm starting to think I should have and life would have been easier. Except not, because I'm cursed. Or something similar. I wonder if my grandad did something incredibly horrible to upset the gods? Or did I? Nah, as my dad had the same thing going off. Dieu, I hope she doesn't come back to kill me.
Doubt it. She might be nuts, but she's not the killing type. It's a pain, though, getting all this done. I mean, really, how difficult is it to un-marry someone? Damn catholics. Why didn't I get married in my nice fluffy secular state? Ugh.
Oh well, that's this week's Italy trip over. Next week's should be the last one I have to attend. Should have a divorce in oh....three weeks and three years. seriously, Italy. What?
But most of the important stuff should be done in the next few weeks. Sigh. Let's hope I can cope with hardly getting any sleep, working and at least apparating four times in a day until then. I'm either going to pass out or seriously hurt myself, aren't I?
It'll be alright. I just need to relax this weekend.
Which is not helped by orange paint on my carpet. Lucien is fucking cleaning that.
So, I have art for my fridge. It's a hand! Or five! But essentially, art. My kid did that. I now feel more like a dad than I did five minutes ago. Astonishing. However, despite the sheer amount of newspaper I left Lucien with, there seems to be art on my carpet now. Which now has a grumbling friend of mine cleaning it up, so all is not lost.
In news from Italy, I have a new translator. Who's hot. Because I can say that now. Okay, that's all I've really got, but I can.
Now, to find something to do with my tomorrow that doesn't involve leaving the city. Suggestions? Note that staying in bed is not an option.
I.O.U. One pregnancy craving, take your pick. Because I've been waiting for someone else to finally do the maths. Congratulations. Or something.