All this being alone is really not good for me. Apart from having downloaded my own weight in music (which I do all the time anyway) I am becoming more and more unhappy again, which is an unfortunate trend towards what is likely to be an extremely unfortunate Christmas, despite the people I live with being very lovely. I know they're tired of me not being able to do anything, and so am I.
I can't go dancing, or walking, or shopping, or for dinner with friends, all of which are the things that normally keep me going when I get like this. I don't know what the answer is, really, except to wait and hope I get better very soon. Everyone else has a job, because everyone else is saner than I am, so the days are bound to be spent on my own, and daytime television really is just - have I mentioned how much I can't stand Gino D'Acampo? I really cannot stand him.
I don't know what I'm whining at you lot for, it's not like you can do anything, and your virtual presents have certainly made me smile today. :) I'm just...there's nothing else to do. And it's got to the point where I don't want to face my lovely housemates at all because I feel too guilty. And, oh, sod it, I miss the ITGB and my notintheseheels something chronic and I'm