Thursday, February 5
I finally made it to the pub quiz last night. I was considering not going. I've been depressed all week since I got weighed on Monday morning, thinking I could cope with the results, but I was wrong. Last night I felt awful and just wanted to curl up and sleep. I don't have Phil and Tom's phone number though, so I wasn't able to get in touch to say I wouldn't be there, and I did want to go and be sociable. I decided in the end to go, reasoning that if it was awful or if I felt worse, I could always leave.
I was glad I went though. We had fun, and it took my mind off being depressed. Phil, Tom and Rogan were all there, plus Katie and Joe who I hadn't met before. Well, I might have met Joe when I went to the pub quiz at the Royal Park a couple of months back, but I find it hard to remember people, so I can't be sure. I don't think I made a large contribution to the quiz answers, but these things are rarely taken seriously so I don't think it mattered too much. Our team managed to score 29 out of 40, which apparently is the best they've ever done, but the biggest margin they've ever lost by (the winners scored 36). Rogan tried to convince us there was a Thunderbird called Alan and Phil told us about her mum's dog and his amazing vacuous stomach. How he once ate a whole Christmas cake in a couple of seconds and a few hours later threw back it up in virtually the same form as which it had been swallowed. And the time Tom had been eating Dorritos and the dog ate the crisp packet, followed by it's own dinner, both of which were then regurgitated, the dinner inside the crisp packet.
Still not touched the essay. Stupid thing. Tried cheese, carrot and sultana sandwiches for lunch. Recommended, nice they were. Simon was meant to come round for hugging last night, but didn't and didn't ring to say why either. Worrying. The sun is out today, it makes me smile.
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