Saturday, May 29
I was starving earlier and in no mood for cooking decent food, so I bought a variety pack of cereal. I've eaten it all. I think this may have been a bad move on my part. Whoops. When I came down from reading at 5 o'clock, I was going to cook some pasta with mushrooms, but then I remembered that I try to meditate at around 6 or 6:30, and it's advised not to eat a large meal for 2 hours before your meditation. I reasoned I could have another bowl of cereal (I had three when I first bought them) which would keep me going until I was able to cook properly. In theory it was good. In practice it was five bowls of cereal, not one. Oh dear.
To add to my distress, I discovered yesterday that someone has beheaded
my poppy. This upset me. It wasn't harming anyone else, and it brought me pleasure. I hate people who go around destroying such things like that.
Last night David came down and we sat and chatted for two hours or so. I hadn't seen him in ages, and it was great to have something to do other than potter aimlessly on my computer. You could tell I'm missing social interaction as I barely shut up nattering all evening. We talked about food and music and work and arty things and his band and so on. It was fun.
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