Fourth day - Catharsis by the dishes
Although this day began with the gentile waving of curtains in a summer breeze, as if they were trying to tease me by keeping me from the view on a sunny and carefree world, right now, my humeur is totally - excusez moi le mot - fucked up.
To blame:
10.00 AM Newspaper:
Last week, at least three babies died from maltreatment from their parent(s). Hey, you're 19 years old, you have this cute little fella to take care of and there is a party going on, so what do you do? Yes, indeed, you dump this minor problem for three days with an ex-boyfriend who is too stupid enough to realize that a person needs input (food e.g.) and that a three-year old does not respond accordingly to some kung fu based arguments to shut up crying for food, and go to that party. Or stab it to death. Or create a fine case of dead-shaken-baby-syndrome. It's a beautiful day, hey hey.
11.15 AM Mail
An automatic mail from the 'flemish liberals and democrats' party: Sunday is congress day! Approval is needed for the line of policy of the new flemish government (= coalition of christian democrats, socialists and liberals, everybody but the - fast growing - fascist movement Vlaams Blok, like this is going to work decently). Half an hour before, I read in the newspapers that further negotiations are postponed until Monday. Contradiction + Sunday, I'm not in Brussels. Damn, but... it is still a beautiful day.
11.45 AM Telephone Call
'Le syndic' has some more news: we have to break up my little courtyard, a neighbour is complaining about water damage - repayment by the insurance company not guaranteed - AND I have to pay 50% extra charges for the fire insurance. Normally, I don't care to much for money, but this bites.
02.30 PM Dishes
Today, for the second time, I do the dishes. As countless generations have done before me. And I hate it. Stupid newspaper. Stupid sunny world.
djr
Soon, The Fifth Day: how I got over it by winning a million EUR on the state lottery !
To blame:
10.00 AM Newspaper:
Last week, at least three babies died from maltreatment from their parent(s). Hey, you're 19 years old, you have this cute little fella to take care of and there is a party going on, so what do you do? Yes, indeed, you dump this minor problem for three days with an ex-boyfriend who is too stupid enough to realize that a person needs input (food e.g.) and that a three-year old does not respond accordingly to some kung fu based arguments to shut up crying for food, and go to that party. Or stab it to death. Or create a fine case of dead-shaken-baby-syndrome. It's a beautiful day, hey hey.
11.15 AM Mail
An automatic mail from the 'flemish liberals and democrats' party: Sunday is congress day! Approval is needed for the line of policy of the new flemish government (= coalition of christian democrats, socialists and liberals, everybody but the - fast growing - fascist movement Vlaams Blok, like this is going to work decently). Half an hour before, I read in the newspapers that further negotiations are postponed until Monday. Contradiction + Sunday, I'm not in Brussels. Damn, but... it is still a beautiful day.
11.45 AM Telephone Call
'Le syndic' has some more news: we have to break up my little courtyard, a neighbour is complaining about water damage - repayment by the insurance company not guaranteed - AND I have to pay 50% extra charges for the fire insurance. Normally, I don't care to much for money, but this bites.
02.30 PM Dishes
Today, for the second time, I do the dishes. As countless generations have done before me. And I hate it. Stupid newspaper. Stupid sunny world.
djr
Soon, The Fifth Day: how I got over it by winning a million EUR on the state lottery !
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