Worked a bit more on the paint job. I feel a bit unwell because of all the fumes I breathed in, and all the terpentine I dashed all over my body, hands and feet to get rid of the paint. It could be quite satisfying to do this kind of house renovation, but really it's hard work and I can't count the number of bruises and cuts I have on my hands. And because of the corrosive paint and other chemicals my hands have really become rough...which I don't like. In this kind of weather after working for a couple of hours, you know a shower is due!
Been feeling somewhat stuffy lately, and with the temperature I feel more and more like I'm living in an oven, baking with troubled thoughts and bottled up emotions. Problem is there's not really anyone in 'real' life I could talk to, no one in my life at the moment who's close enough and to whom I feel comfortable talking to. Which is a shame, because I like 'deep' personal conversations, even if they don't get you anywhere.
Went to wander around in the forest again, and felt lonely again. Now and then people would pass by, but really the chances of you striking up a conversation and pouring your heart out are slim. Besides, they were mostly old(er) people...so no potential there. I think I've been obsessed with trying to find love, or at least someone to talk to and relate to, and it's becoming frustrating.
So I guess I was relieved that my friend in France callled and asked me to visit. She's the one who I stayed with almost a month while she was heavily pregnant (and depressed). Now the baby's out, and they're both happy and healthy.And I've become 'Uncle David'.
UPDATE 14 juni 2006
I qasked them to stop calling me uncle...and to call me bother David...makes me feel a whole lot younger:
AH I hate this French keyboard:1
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