Thursday, September 17, 2015

I was working today. I didn't feel great; I ate terribly yesterday, and I'm coming down with a cold. I skipped breakfast, because I was still full from the night before.

I drove past a car crash on the way into work. Firefighters were prying the doors open. As I walked to my car, I walked past an old Volvo in a quiet street. A young guy was in the driver's seat, with the window down, talking loudly; he was saying something like, "Yeah, I have all the pot, but I need to grow my business... Cocaine, yeah..." I'm sure that will go brilliantly for him. I had some coffee.

Work was quiet enough I managed to get a few things done. Not nearly as much as I would have liked, but I didn't feel rushed. I had an overpriced salad from Greggs for my lunch, then bought some false eyelashes. I'm not sure when I'll ever wear them, but my staff were proud of me. An elderly woman has taken a liking to me; she showed me a letter from her daughter saying she didn't want to see her again. It was sad. I gave her a free gift to make her feel better and she cried. I'm not sure if I made her feel better or not.

I felt more ill by the end of the day; when I pulled up into my parking space, I ended up sitting in the car reading articles for 10 minutes before I got out. I used what I already had in the fridge for tea, even though it didn't fit together particularly well, because I've already spent enough on food when I've binged this week. I ended up having feta and Mediterranean veg with courgette noodles. I snacked on a few slices of ham and cheddar while it cooked, and I finished off the dessert experiment I made on my day off afterwards, which I'd somehow forgotten about (It was a coconut cookie base, with a layer of strawberry cream cheese frosting. I think calling it a strawberry and coconut shortcake sounds better, but is a bit of a stretch).

I read a few more chapters of the book I'm reading (I'm on the last book of the Kushiel's Legacy series), tidied up the kitchen, did some washing and had a bath. I drank some coffee while I wrote this.

In two days, I'm off work for two weeks. I almost feel nervous. I don't want to waste it, but I don't have the time or money to do all I'd like. I'm worried I'll end up doing nothing.

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