Making cottage pie for later, washing up, eating hot dogs with too much mustard, watching the gilmore girls, smoking, ignoring the cats begging for food because it's too early. I'm also waiting for a delivery which should be here by 6. If it does not arrive I have to find something to wear tonight as I am going to see Marc Almond.
Trying not to track down a social work assistant, find out where she lives and lamping her. Trying not to cry. Trying to concentrate on my work and talk sense about it. Trying not to cry. Disappearing for 5 minutes for a cry. Managing to concentrate on my work. Driving home. Making coffee and eating a fuck off bar of marzipan chocolate before I pick up the kids.
Mainly struggling through my lesson after a decent start, hate this illness, hate having to battle through it every fucking time i want to do something.
Somehow arguing stupidly with insanely handsome and lovely boyfriend on the phone. Possibly as a diversion from the BTEC media lesson I should have spent the last two hours preparing. Also, eating sausages and lentils...
AND in the last two minutes, discovering Katie Price spends 60 grand a year on hair extenstions. Oh my days!!
having quite bad stomach pain, going to lie down for a bit, falling asleep for half an hour or so, feeling better, getting up to drink fizzy pop then off to bed in a mo
Posting on Urban when self medicating on combination of Boots cold cure and Rioja while listening to David Miliband explain his childhood as son of Ralph Miliband on Radio 3 = truly surreal
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