Hearing any sort of advice from my dad is risky business, especially in certain circumstances for which I believe he is not sterlingly proficient.
He's great with one liners. And that's how we spend much of our conversations: he recites a line from a movie and I say "Yes...hilarious....but why are you steering a plane with a cellphone on your ear?"
Anyway my old man gave me some advice last night, as he tends to do once he's made the mistake himself. Like the time he forgot someone's name and phoned me up to lambaste me with "Never ever forget a person's name, for you shall end up paying deeply for it."
He gave me some rather sensible advice last night in fact, it's just another thing actually executing what he said. ("I dunno how you're gonna do it Peas...I just. Don't. Know. But find a way...somehow.")
As much as Dad drives me sodding crazy sometimes, I think our time together in Argentina, out of our comfort zones, might even be a positive thing.
From an eccentric point of view, the man does tend to understand my motives on many things. Gratifying in a world filled with normal people.
I spent the evening last night sifting through the final edition of my book.
Deadline this morning with still a hundred pages to go.
I got maybe three quarters through, and fell asleep with my laptop on my uterus.
That can't be good. Surely.
If I look at my working day yesterday, I started at 7:00am and ended at 11:30pm.
I'm thoroughly exhausted.
Get up – work – eat - pilates sometimes – salad – wine – bed – get up – work...why are we on this planet again?
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