Having day full of doubt. Started second novel and am absolutely convinced that it's a worthless piece of crap. Who can read such drivel?
Parents came on the weekend and of course mom insisted on speaking Polish to all and sundry. Poor Arthur. I know well how he feels. He bore it well though.
It's such a grey day outside. I almost didn't want to put on my new boots because it's so snowy. Then remembered that this is why I bought them.
I keep thinking about something the African said (OK, from now on he'll be known as Charlie, I can't keep writing the African all the time). Charlie said he had a good time with me. Hah! High time to say it. Now that the relationship is over, he tells me! I suppose that's because now it's safe. Men are so weird.