9:50 Wednesday Night Daddy had Chelsea on his lap, and he was singing Meatloaf songs to her, and she was staring at the screen and her lips were just so effing perfect. everything about her is just so effing perfect. she's basically everything that I am and everything that I want(ed) to be. How annoying. Daddy and I used to have those bonding conversations and now whenever I sing he wishes I'd shut up. And now whenever I talk he wishes I'd shut up. My mum kept interrupting me today. I was trying to talk to Peg but I speak too slowly and Mum kept butting in and so everything I said was really only a half of a thought, or a quarter of one. I must have sounded quite dumb. I wish I could think faster.