But if my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
—dido, life for rent
an up and down sort of day. relief and boredom, random crying at lunch, pie and a poetry reading. just – being – is hard some days – and other days there’s such joy. sat at sarah’s until 1 drinking coffee, writing letters, and listening to damien and dido. a nice night. i’m getting used to this.