Lakes and ponds.

How is it actually possible to screw up the world order in my flat in just two short days? Hm... Come to think of it, I don't think it's actually two short days, it's a bit more than that. Having worked Wednesday night, Thursday and Friday just seemed to slide by unnoticed. Saturday... God awful day. Got out of bed by 2.30pm, which is just soooo late. However the reason was morning coffee in bed and then a trip to Nostalgia Land by means of looking at photos from when we first met until now. Lots of photos, lots of time. Unfortuntately this meant that by the time I got started on what is normally my EarlyMorningInternetSnoopingAbout it was late afternoon and by the time I was finished it was almost time to go to bed. Well, not quite, but yeah, you get the picture.

I've been following the news with a renewed interest later as the body of a poor 10-year-old boy who was killed by his stepdad and mother (may they burn forever in hell) was found on the bottom of a lake by which I've spent pretty much ever summer since I was born. I used to dive for clams there, it's where I got that pretty scar on my right foot, I learnt to swim there, I've skated all around it. Well, the first thing I'll think about when I think about this lake in the future is the horror of people who are able to commit such acts. I mean, his own mother, how fucking angry doesn't that make you? On a vaguely related note, this lake where he was found isn't actually even a lake, it's a man-made pond, which I only learnt two weeks ago. My great great uncle was also found dead in this lake (sorry pond) by the way, but that was in his house on an island. Why there are islands in a pond, I don't know. Come to think of it, his wife died on that island aswell. My mother says she remembers when the brought her body across the ice.

Well, now I'm off to church. Church usually makes me feel all energetic and motivated, so I'm hoping I'll feel like that when I get back today and restore the world order in my flat.