Thursday, 14 August 2008

Sulking

Don't want to go, don't want to. S will knock on the door any moment & I will have no choice at all.

Milk boiled over.

Well, at least I slept (except for the usual 2.30am wake-up call thanks to the pain. No change there then). Convinced I'm losing weight, but the scales disagree.

She'll not be amused if I'm not ready. Bye.

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