Had a bit of a rough day today, tired to the point of being completely out of it, and fairly fed up. By some miracle I found when I went to class that despite 1.5 weeks of eating appallingly I have got away with it for once, and I weigh the same as I did a fortnight ago. I know full well I can't get away with it for much longer though. Then pottered along to the pub to rather sleepily say happy birthday to John Sloan with a bunch of other random geeks, and Tess, who was understandly looking a bit bored. That cheered me up a bit, but best of all was getting home to a long email from uk.misc's Glenys. Really touched. Thanks.
Very inclined to go to bed pretty soon. Current Mood: shattered