19th November 2004, approaching the International Date Line
We’ve been on such a high since the start of this trip that I hadn’t even thought about arguing with Tim. It was one of the many things on my list that I feared about before I came out here. But so far things have been amazing. Up till now that is. I have to say that he is slowly driving me mad. Why can’t he just mind his own fucking business, read a magazine, tend to himself and leave me the fuck alone?? He keeps having a go at me because I’m chewing my nail. Flying is something that I put up with consciously, constantly reminding myself that statistically it’s safer than driving or the train. Sub consciously my brain can’t wait to get off. Tim can’t seem to accept that. He’ll pretend to start reading or watching a film, but no, the sad twat is actually checking on me with one eye to make sure I’m behaving. I feel like some school kid. Maybe if he left me alone and stopped slapping my hand every two minutes I wouldn’t feel the need to bite my nails. He’s now gone into a rant because we are arguing as we are going over the International Date Line. Well fucking let me breathe then Tim and perhaps we won’t argue at all!!
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