fleeting

It probably doesn't help that I'm on the rag and feel like my insides are being scooped out with a dull spoon and spilling onto the floor. Or that I watched a very, very sad cancer movie. Or that a girl I know in London in unaccounted for since yesterday's blasts, one of which occurred right near the place she works.

Yeah. Fun. Anxiety. Ack.

It's perhaps a bit silly because I don't know her all that well. We've met a few times, chatted online a few times. I used to talk to her man quite regularly, before they got together actually, and all I can think about is him, sitting around, waiting, worrying, and it breaks my heart.

I've been weird about Richard lately anyway. Every day I hug him tight, and treasure every moment. Every time we laugh and cuddle in bed, I grasp it and try to embed it into my memory, as if totally aware that this is my happiness and it is fleeting. And that was before all this deat stuff! So you can imagine what I'm like now...

Maybe I've just been reading too much.

Time to make dinner.