One Good Night

This week fell apart. I was stuck at home, useless, glued to ICQ, and by evening too drained from doing nothing to care about anything. Ana and I were fighting constantly—the easy summer thing had evaporated—and the whole Abi situation was still dragging. This couldn’t keep going.

Yesterday morning I decided to move. Got out of the house, which was the point. I took care of whatever needed care, then bundled up and cycled out to Turkheim to see Ana, even though my left iPod headphone was broken. I figured maybe I could actually fix whatever was between us.

It was a good night. We walked around, bought stuff, ate something decent. Sat.1 had a sitcom on, then one of those knowledge shows. Muse was playing. Nothing special about any of it, but it was the first evening in days where I actually felt like I could breathe.

After that I had to deal with the Abi stuff, so I went to the employment agency today to actually move on it. The money part’s still unclear—I could work a 400-euro job if I had to—but we’ll see what happens.

One good evening doesn’t erase a whole collapsed week. But something shifted. Hoping this weekend’s better than the last one.