Mood slumped badly today. Woke up feeling vulnerable and was unsettled by having a new person in the house. The girls were laughing and playing music, I was hiding in bed while the sun came in through the closed curtains.
Nick finally admitted that the new computer (now four months old) is a bad'un. We took it back to the shop, but the man sent Nick away to make extended phonecalls to an intelligent and kind woman in India. She agreed that the hard drive needs to be replaced, but needed the receipt faxed to her. Ha ha ha, we have no fax. Nick will sort it from work on Monday, but it lowered me further. I had the oppressive over-sensitivity to people's body language and tones of voice. Not even plugging my big headphones in and playing on Youtube would relax me.
I made myself worse by offering to watch the film I Am Legend with Nick, forgoing Casualty. I've wanted to watch that Will Smith for ages and up it popped on Sky. It's a suspense film, and I'm the woman who screams in the cinema. I grow more sensitive to horror films every year. I hope it's just a side effect of a developed imagination. It was me in the 1980's watching every Nightmare on Elm Street film that was shown, and I remember the plots not the shivers. Now, even watching the zombies over my stitching, I'm unsettled. I made a cup of tea in the scariest bits too.
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