I need therapy.

Anyway, after all the crapness relating to yesterday's entry, the day got a lot better. Except not really. When I went down to load the dishwasher, I broke one of the new wine glasses, which then smashed into a thousand pieces on our floor. When I picked it up I got glass stuck in my finger, which I then had to pull out. That was ever so slightly painful. Later on in the evening I had a shouting match with my dad about dinner, of all things. However, it wasn't all bad. I'd made a deal with my brother that I'd give him a loan if he went into the city and got me a signed copy of Overgrown Eden by InMe. After queuing for an hour with his friend he returned home with my CD. And later on gave me a hug and asked if he'd upset me by saying something which kicked off the whole yuckiness yesterday. Brothers aren't so bad really.

It's all been playing on my mind since yesterday, which as been... nice. But I'm not going to go into it too much here, for reasons that'll be obvious to anyone who knows enough. I've emptied out enough for now anyway. I can only imagine how incredibly fun this must have been for you of you to read