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Pot. Kettle. Black.
November 06, 2003, 9:22 p.m. Dad went down to Canberra on Tuesday night, so Mum went out and got drunk. She’s been doing things like this a lot recently: every chance she gets, out from Dad’s wrathful eye, she’s at the pub or slipping something into her glass of orange juice. It’s disturbing and worrying. When you ask her if she’s been drinking, she lies straight to your face and says no. She’s amazed when you claim that you can tell she’s lying, that she has been drinking and is drunk now. I was glad Dad wasn’t there. It’s awful when he is, I feel so conflicted. He gets so righteously angered, but it just seems so hypocritical. I heard him lecturing her, after she got home – “It’s the Brat’s HSC, you shouldn’t be doing this,” – but just a few nights ago he was pissed too. It’s hard, incredibly hard, to agree with him in his disappointment and anger at her (which are all things I feel), when you can’t help but notice the hypocrisy of it. The sot calling the drunk alcoholic. He’s promised to lay off Mum for the next couple of days, so that the Brat can finish her exams in peace. Thankfully, it’s given us a few days of quiet for Mum to get her life in order. She’s seen her doctor, is upping her anti-depressant medication, and this vitamin B-12 stuff she’s taking (apparently inhibits the brain’s alcohol absorption), and is going to AA meetings. She went to one today, was apparently the youngest there – everyone else old men with beer guts. Maybe by the time the amnesty is lifted, enough will have been done to soothe his indignation. I think I overheard him telling her to get out of his life, I don’t know, I was trying to make enough racket putting away the shopping so that I wouldn’t hear. She didn’t sleep on the couch last night, though. Please let this be the turning point.
I’m thinking about starting up a diary design site. Fact is, I’m brimming with ideas, but I can’t go changing my design here every five minutes, can I? Not with a Reviews Pending list a mile long – helloooo, reviewers, I’d like to get reviewed now? Anyway. This shall happen after the 17th, when the last of my essays is in, and my exams are over (don’t you love it how things can go from a ‘maybe’ to a ‘definitely’ in the space of a paragraph?). In fact, I should be working on an essay now (due in tomorrow! Eek!) So, I shall skidaddle. Damn dictionaries.
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