today was duller than i expected.

i don't recall even sleeping last night, so the majority of my day i was tired.

i didn't go to north shields like i intended, and i waited for my mam to get back from wallsend before i decided where to go. it took us all afternoon to think.
we went to visit auntie teresa, which my mam didn't tell me she was doing. i wish had've was more prepared to go, but my mam assumed i was being huffy.

i was tired by the time i got to asda. after that we went to b&m in wallsend, where i got a bottle of rose wine for myself.

when i went to have lunch, my sister was being a bitch to me so i sat alone in the dining room. i would've liked to sit with my parents, but i'd also rather have had no trouble.

i watched the pianist, which i waited to see for quite a while now.
it was shocking yet inspiring. i admit i cried at the ending, and cried even more after discovering it was a true story.
thinking about it, i don't understand how humanity can be so sick, regarding the nazis. i won't talk about it because i can really rant about things to do with that.

tomorrow i'm seeing derren brown, oh my lorddd.