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It's been a few days but I'm still irritated as hell. How dare he be judgy-von-holier-than-thou about my decisions as a parent? Where the fuck is his child? Oh right, doesn't have one. Fuck, I could punch something.
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Beautiful Marseilles. Better than London any day.
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[August 14, 2009 @ 12:27pm] |
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Heading to Marseilles for a few days, be back on Monday, potentially Parker-less. My little pea should be back at home, with lots of sunshine and warm breezes. Not here in this grey, rainy place. I'll miss him but it's only for a week and he'll be with grandpere and grandmere. And he'll hopefully get better. Convalescing in the sun, what more could a little pea want?
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[August 12, 2009 @ 11:34am] |
Eight hours in emergency yesterday. Parker was miserable. Coughing, throwing up and a fever. The doctor said it was likely a cold, the coughing causing the throwing up rather than it being seperate, though we were given antibiotics just to be sure. And I've been advised to get him an allergy test just in case. I guess they can cause low-grade fever.
My poor little boy. He's settled down a little and I'm exhausted. Maybe I'll be able to get in some sleep now. I've been awake since yesterday with him.
Haven't been in any wizarding parts. But this stuff on the journals interests me. What do these papers look like?
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[August 10, 2009 @ 10:56am] |
Guys, I won't be able to make it into recording today. Parker's sick. We're going to be spending the day in Emerg. Hopefully it's nothing major, but I'm freaking out we'll be gone most of the day I expect.
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[July 08, 2009 @ 10:03pm] |
Jasper! We're going out. Don't argue. I need a drink. All work and no play, and all that jazz.
Does anyone want to babysit a sweet little four month old who sleeps most of the night? He's just darling. I'll pay well! And...it'd probably be the whole night. Like an overnight thing. Anyone?
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[June 30, 2009 @ 10:21am] |
Got a call from the manager. We're going to start preliminary recording and whatnot on Monday. Get ready boys! I'm so super excited. Though I would have loved to have gotten big in France, a deal is a deal and we'll get there one day, I'm sure! Soon, I hope though!
The rain is making me (and Parker) sleepy. I may go down to the alley for some coffee. Haven't decided yet. It's one of those days where I'm on the border of being incredibly lazy, staying in pjs and just chilling with my boy in the apartment. Parker doesn't like the rain so much, it's very tempting to just stay here. But then there's the coffee dillemma. I'd rather an espresso than a cup of coffee. Decisions, decisions. I'll probably stay in bed.
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This thing with Ginny. I still don't know what's going to happen. I miss her. But I don't trust her. And trust is the ultimate, at least with me. I wish this could be easier.
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[June 21, 2009 @ 6:34pm] |
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Can't you see that I'm stuck here underneath
And you're making it hard to breathe
I may be on to something. I can hear the piano in my head, something soft and unhurried, not at all accusing. Just sort of...this is how it is. I never thought it would come back like this, everything. It was supposed to be--I was supposed to be over her and it wasn't supposed to hurt anymore. I was there for her, I gave her everything I could. I knew she wasn't for me, I knew she'd go to him, but when he died. Afterwards, the way she looked at me. God, I knew then that I had just been a fill in, a substitute, something to be thrown away when I'd served my purpose.
I can't call her. I can't go back to that place again. I've got Parker to think about and a life to start. She threw this away, she can live with it, like I will.
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My parents are bringing Parker home tonight. I'm excited! It's strange it's only been a couple days but it feels like forever!
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[June 17, 2009 @ 1:10pm] |
written in French
It's weird not having Parker. He's staying with my parents for the next couple days. I wanted to go to this gala thing and maybe see some familiar faces. It has only been a couple years but it seems like a lifetime, now that I'm back in London.
Already, I miss France, I miss the Mediterranean.
I'm also going a bit stir crazy, now that we're here and all moved in. We're stuck in limbo with the time we've got before we start recording. Perhaps I'll paint the flat. It's this dreary off white colour. I'll brighten it up. I've got time, especially now that I'm here by myself. And maybe I can bug the boys into finding an open mic somewhere. That'd be fun to play.
I think I'll have a nap before I go and try to find something to wear. It's a few hours away yet but--well, beyond gigs I haven't really dressed up for anything in a while. A gig wear is so not the same as "gala" wear. It's likely I'll be going to the store real quick. I don't think I'll stay long at this thing. I'm going to come home and enjoy sleeping for as long as I like for a few days.
Here's to hoping it's good though.
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