Sunday

The neighbour’s fight last night got crazy.  He was absolutely sobbing at the front door, carrying on like a toddler throwing a tantrum.  Things are definitely getting worse.  And she really has it in for us.  Yelling at him to keep the noise down, saying "Those fuckers next door have complained about me enough". 

Ugh.

We went to the farmers market in the pouring rain.  Not much going on over there, but we did get a bag of bagels for $5.  Went to the supermarkets and picked up a few things, then came back home. 

Having some difficulty with my study.  I have managed to memorise the theories of one person, but I have many more to work on before Wednesday afternoon.  I’m not surprised that I am struggling with this, and am trying to remain calm.  Keep picking up the books in short spurts, jotting my notes so I can read over them.  I need to memorise at least another 4 or 5 theories just to get by.  

I’m just tired.  I can’t sleep when my neighbours have the crazies.  

This weekend is drawing to a close, and this week will be strange for me with three exams through it.  Next weekend is a long weekend, which doesn’t sound appealing at all right now, but I do need to go over to Mum’s and do some laundry and, weather permitting, I could wok on cleaning out her shed. 

Tomorrow the builder is due to commence work on the extension at mother’s house.

I am not a particularly religious person, but it’s always times of need where I start to ask for help.  I’m not sure who I am asking.  I’m not sure what sort of help I expect, given that I only come calling when I need something.  But I am asking for guidance.  To get me through this.  To help me survive this, to do the right thing.  Whether it’s working or not, I do feel better about it, having just asked.