so. today i had my first bath in the swimming pool. you would think, it's tuscany, it's hot, there's a swimming pool, i'd be in there 24/7. but nah, i can't be bothered. and the water is still green, therefore not that inviting.
i've been sorting out my mum's english books... so much fun! there's so much stuff i could read. i've started building up a mini-collection of books to read in my room. mostly classics... i've started the bell jar and the new banana yoshimoto, and after that... harper lee, kundera, salinger, faulkner... lots of stuff. i love books. when i grow up i want a house with a room just for books, with the walls covered with books and books all over the floor and just a cute armchair with a cute art nouveau lamp in a corner. and big windows and london outside. *daydreaming*
daydreaming is becoming a big part of my life again. i feel like... life has stopped, you know. nothing is happening, nothing at all. i just go on, eating, sleeping, reading, talking to my parents. and nothing else. too much time on my hands.
i've been talking to my baby regularly, but it's all so frustrating... i wish i was there, all i want is to be there. it's psychologically, physically, sexually frustrating, or frustrating full stop. my ticket has been bought, 5th of august. a bit less than a month, 28 days to be precise. i'm counting.