I came with Harry to his doctor’s appointment and he is filling out all the paperwork next to me. He reads aloud, “How do you resolve conflict with your significant other?” He looks at me, frowns, and says very seriously, “I don’t think they’d like it very much if I put the truth… ‘Chase one another and attempt to poke their butthole.’”
Absolutely shattered. Like bone-numbingly exhausted (is that even a thing?)
Awesome afteroon. Went bowling for the curatorial Christmas do, and there were amazing bar snacks (deep fried mac and cheese, pulled pork sliders, mini hotdogs, sweet potato fries) and super cocktails (had one with bubblegum syrup, and also tried absinthe for the first time ever)
Awful evening. Had a choir rehearsal and it was just dire. I was shaking and on the verge of tears, I felt so miserable and awful. Our choir master is just a horrible person. I have tried really hard, but I cannot find a single redeeming quality to him. He sucks any joy out of music. Dilemma, because next term they’re doing Mozart’s Reqiuem, which I’d love to do, but I don’t know if I can stand it.
My mum made me have a bath and a cup of tea when I got in, which made me feel a bit better. Unfortunately, I think I might be getting my line manager’s cold :/