Bit of a mixed week. Boss is back from holiday, so I'm off the frantic workload. It was certainly an experience, think I learned a lot really quickly, so I'm thankful for it.

A friend's dad passed away this weekend. He had throat cancer, and it reached a stage where it just couldn't be treated, and the family all knew he was going to die. But they didn't expect it to be so soon, so it's been a shock. It's really sad. Today is the funeral. I'm going, though I vacillated over whether or not to go because it's going to be at the church, MY old church. And I haven't been back there since I left more than 8 months ago. I'm a little nervous, but in this scenario I think I should put my own discomfort behind me for the sake of being there for my friends. It's the right thing to do.

Still, I never expected my first (if ever) return to that church being squashed inside of a lunch hour smack bang in the middle of the week, for a funeral. It just kinda reminded me that seeing as almost all my friends are still at that church, I will probably never escape it's people or even the building, or the congregation as long as I remain friends with them (which I hope is for a long time to come). I don't even know why I'm rambling on about it here.

Boyfriend is leaving on a European tour with his band this coming Sunday. It's difficult enough being in a long distance relationship, but this sucks even more in some ways because it'll be too expensive too call from Europe, and besides, the guys will be traipsing around and there's no real idea of when he'll get a chance to pop into an internet cafe. Five weeks.

I'm trying to look at the upside, that it'll be good for me to really focus on work, painting, writing, reading... and that we've managed being apart this long, we can survive the five weeks without speaking or txting (we'll email) but y'know. Still. Gonna miss him so much. Okay, I'll stop mushy-whining now.

Painting is going well. I can't seem to get the same... I don't know what you'd call it - as my first painting, in any of the ones that've come after. There was just something about that first painting. At the moment I'm trying my hand at portraits (if you look in scraps you can see my first stab at it).

Anyway, back to the working thing.
Thanks for reading, whoever reads this thing and marty of course :*