Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 25 January 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
ok, so i went.
for those of you who dont know where i was going today at 3pm, i went to see the senior clinical psychologist. it was very fun being a part of that kind of culture.
ha.
the good news is im not 'this' or 'that' as was assumed. a few other things yet to be discussed but i dont exactly trust someone that quickly, even tho i know he's just there to help and that anything i say stays in that room.
ok, either he's wrong and i am crazy or theres a little kid in here saying a word that rhymes with vicki in a spooky voice. cos all i hear is iiiiikiiiiiii iiiiiiiikkkiiiiiiii in a weird eerie calling tune.
aha, either my name's not vicki and its actually Grandpa, or it is all my head. i think its the former rather than the latter.
i have a few things to talk about today.
first of all, helen.
that woman is so very very strange. she turned a nuturing nurse's touch last nite in rehearsal into a random slap on Mousies shoulder. it was hilarious, but also frustrating. from my corner of the room as i sat and typed away on the laptop working on my script i interrupted the dialogue with "AND HELEN WILL [[[NOT]]] BE IN IT"
another thing i have to mention today is this:
before i went in for my appointment with Doc i had to work cos another lady had injured herself. now let me explain, first of all, this is my day off, and im working. secondly it was 38 degrees and i was picking 100+ bunches of this and that in the heat. it was 9:30am and it seemed we had reached our maximum already, gah.
the fun thing was we picked the Rocket with the sprinklers on, and that when i signed off (2 hours after i was promised, i may add) i got to change into cleaner, more comfy clothes, and feel fresher. i was begging my car to get here tho on what little petrol i had. but we made it, now i need to spoil her.
perhaps a clean? she's lookin dirty. poor farmy car.
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