Tuesday, March 23
Not having a good day. Feeling fat and ugly and useless, as I do most days, but also new stuff is wrong. The flights between Leeds and Belfast are more than are currently affordable so there's a chance I may not get to see Rory until July. A library book attacked me earlier and cut my thumb. I forgot I had to go see my psychologist and my next appointment isn't until the end of April. The photography tutor was in a hellish mood and was shouting at everybody. One of the people whose images I used in the new
e-hugs feature said he hadn't given his permission for them to be used and was being very snotty about getting me to take them down (which I did, to keep relations steady). The photography tutor was looking through everyone's work today and said that some of Claire's had "magic" but said nothing very positive about mine, so am I wasting my time persevering with photography and should I just cut my losses and go back to office work? Simon wasn't sure if he was going to come round and see me tonight or tomorrow, and as he hasn't appeared tonight, I presume he's intending to come tomorrow, which is also the day for the first meeting of the second bout of the SHIP women's group, so I shall have to leave that early to get home in time to see him. And other minor things which are all building up to knock me down. I want to go hide and have hugs. And liposuction.
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