Out of sync

This weekend has crashed home so hard I can barely handle right now. I guess I've been lucky in that I've been away from home all week, surrounded by other distracting people. I've been swamped in work and activities and left little time to reflect on my life outside of that sphere.

Getting home on Friday and being alone was difficult to deal with. Far too much time to think really. Nothing on TV. Internet acting up. Felt like the world was conspiring to make me face up to things and deal with them in a far more direct way than I've been up until now.

We've spoken now, which was hard, but felt great. Liberating. Perhaps the first step in a long line of little steps we're going to have to take.

The Arctic Monkeys are helping. In the same way that singer/songwriters wouldn't.