I had a very long day today.

I had clinic this morning for three and a half hours, where my partner and I were scheduled to see a patient who never showed up. Our teacher told me off for dressing inappropriately (I did my best; once you've taken away my jeans and my t-shirts, there's not a lot in my wardrobe). My carpool friend Marnie wanted to go bead shopping afterwards and I didn't like to say no because it is really nice to have friends and beads are fun. I didn't get home until one o'clock, and I had to leave again as soon as I packed up my violin. I broke a string during the week so I needed to buy a new one before my lesson, in addition to some business-appropriate clothing and a birthday present for my brother.

I went to Chermside and more or less took care of the second two but I couldn't find a place with musical instrument supplies. I gave up and hoped very hard that my teacher was carrying spares, but that turned out to be irrelevant because I got lost driving from Chermside to Strathpine and almost ended up at Nambour. Since I couldn't turn around on the highway I called and cancelled my music lesson. When I got home I sorted the order money from my last Avon campaign, and left again with my mother. We went to the bank, and to Woolworths, and to Margate Music where I finally got my new string.

We got home and started making dinner at about 5:30. It was a leek flan; she did the pastry and I did the filling so we went pretty fast. Dad complains whenever dinner is later than six o'clock, which I can understand and all but when I'm tired and hungry as well I just want him to shut up. At least his working day ends when he gets home.

I'm taking five meditation classes now, and I'm supposed to be at one of them right now but my car wouldn't start. I'm not allowed to drive Dad's car, so I went next door to Grandma and Grandad to see if they would lend me theirs. They said yes, but Grandad wouldn't let me go without going through all the lights and mirrors and safety issues and by this time I was really running late and he told me I couldn't drive without my P-plates so I needed to go home and get them, and it was just like, "I am so late and so tired and I feel like you have absolutely no faith in my driving ability anyway, I think I'm gonna just go home." So I did.

Right now I'm barricaded in my bedroom like a fourteen-year-old. I'm pretty sure Grandad thinks I'm throwing a tantrum. It's not that; it's just, this meditation class, I really wanted to go. And I'm tired.