Today I lurched awake, dazed and panicked, thinking that it was Sunday and I had woken up late for an appointment. Then looking around the room in a slightly frantic way, I realised it was just because I had worked really hard yesterday and today I had something to do, something to look forward to.
It's really the small things that keep one going. Genuinely. It's literally the toilets I have to clean for my mom, the lunches and dinners I have with friends, cards that I have to pass to people, and promises to keep, amongst other things, that are keeping me alive.
