Fukt - 26.10.13 in Your Face

There have been a lot of cars stolen from my suburb lately. Last night they tried to steal my neighbour's car, and while they were trying to make a hasty getaway they crashed into my car. Fucking hell. A call to my insurer was very dissatisfying. I read my policy and it didn't specify my situation but I am confident that I am covered. So I called them to seek confirmation and the answer I got was, "I can't tell you, you'll have to make a claim and we'll see." Not good enough. I am waiting on the police event number before I can make a claim, but I am going to call my insurer again tomorrow and hopefully speak with someone with a bit more sense.

I finally mustered the motivation to start cleaning my disgusting bedroom. I am so embarrassed at the way I let things go. But I have three grocery bags of rubbish, my bookcase is organised and I actually have more than 1 square foot of floor space to walk on. I need to find an outfit to wear to birthday drinks tomorrow - it has occurred to me that I have some tops that I got too fat for, but now that I'm skinny again they might look okay.

Only feeling moderately depressed this week. Just the usual confusion about how to get through this, what is keeping him from getting work, who is this person? Being in Australia brought out the worst in us and I don't recognise M from the person he used to be, just as I am sure he doesn't recognise me. I guess the biggest unknown is whether we find ourselves (and each other) again, or whether those people are lost forever.

Got to live right now though. Today I needed to buy a gift (done) and clean up (half done). I think my husband is an ass, but stewing on that doesn't get me anywhere.

I am working long days at the moment to prepare for a court ordered mediation. The solicitor with carriage of the matter is on leave (getting married) so it's down to myself and the senior partner. I am enjoying it, particularly the opportunity to showcase my skill and knowledge to the senior partner (who I do not work closely with). It is very tiring, though. The evenings disappear on me without really getting anything done, and I am still not sleeping well. How is it possible for me to pee buckets every 90 minutes all night, particularly when I stop drinking anything by 7pm? I pee normally during the day, 3-4 times at work. once when I first wake up.

Also, I cancelled my doctor's appointment because of work. Stupid me.