*and as if to prove a point, I just coughed a lot and my voice has temporarily gone*
I had meant to spend this afternoon on a few things, not least slaving away at making my own room (I've been in Holly's all day) clean and respectable again before the imminent inspections. I also wanted to do the translation homework that should have been for today's lesson and so on. Now the day is almost over, and I've done little aside from occasional posts online, sleep, eat a little, drink a little, play a little Worms, and the like. I hope I feel better tomorrow. Hey, even if I don't, I still *need* to do things. Next week is Reading Week, it's the best opportunity for me to catch up on my dissertation work, which is so far behind I'm terrified I've already doomed myself.
I still want to go dress shopping at the weekend though. And Asobi Seksu are playing a gig in London on Tuesday, which I'm unsure whether I'll go to or not. Probably not, for time and money.
Now, as for this title...I suppose you can guess. I've been following the horrific bushfires in Victoria for a few days now, watching the videos and reading the reports. It honestly terrified me to think of the tragedy involved. I pictured a wall of flame rushing towards me, my loved ones, all my possessions. I keep thinking I'd not have made it. But it's not about me. I feel so upset for those who have lost loved ones, for those whose lives and livelihoods have been burnt to ashes. I don't think so much about the firebugs, partially because I honestly cannot comprehend how any living human being could do that. It doesn't make any kind of sense to me, and it's horrible horrible horrible. I suppose I didn't realise how affected I'd been by all of this, until this morning, when reading the news to take my mind of my high temperature, I saw a report of a family from Marysville. The father went out to start the car, and halfway down the drive, a fireball whizzed out of the blazing forest straight into the house, and the resulting explosion instantly killed his wife and their two sons, as well as severely burning his back.
And I burst into tears, and cried for two solid minutes. Holly advised me not to get so involved in tragedies in the future, and perhaps she's right. I've always found it heartbreaking, but with recent changes, it's taking much more of a toll on me. I get worried, because it must make me easy to hurt, but I'd like to think I can strike the balance. I can't believe I cried for so long this morning, but perhaps things have always been that way.
Ah, welcome back headache. I'm retreating back to bed now xx