Rather upsetting conversation before dinner, when rjk reminded me I really do need to think of an MSc dissertation project. I just feel so useless though, and to be beginning to cope with actually doing something useful at work for the first time in ages only to be reminded that really I'm not coping that well overall was a bit devastating. Still it needed saying. Oh well, at least having work being an achievement is an improvement on the days when it felt like I was doing well just to get out of bed and eat, or do housework. Got to keep reminding myself of that.
An hour with Harry Potter and a nice conversation over dinner (philosophy, gutter humour, silly word games, and plans for subverting the chairman's game) and indeed a nice dinner itself (carbonara again) have made me feel much better. You get knocked down, you get back up again, and so it goes.