Dear Diary,
My god. I feel rough as a bear's arse. Its currently 2 in the morning and I can't get to sleep whatsoever. Fucking Bird Flu (Yes I know it's not REALLY that, but damn, it feels just as serious.....). Did absolutely nothing all day, apart from reminisce about last night - the meeting Lee part that is, not the indie club. The indie club was balls.
Mum woke me up, clearly expecting me to be ready for the walk, but found me shaking and gasping, twisted inside a big sweaty duvet rope. Needless to say, I didn't go after all, but hung around downstairs, freaking Dad out and watching the races. Oh, and I tweaked a few things in my Facebook page (so as to look slightly cooler than I actually am), removed all the hideous photos of me with 16 chins and an 8-month pregnancy, etc.... before finally ADDING LEE AS A FRIEND!! He is no longer my boss! He is a friend!! We are two early-20's kids who are gonna be mates, and there's nothing ANYONE can do about it!
Ahem, anyway. I managed a little tiny bit of tea, despite not being hungry WHATSOEVER. Mum was out the door by 6 to go to the Strictly Come Dancing show I got tickets for, as her Christmas present. She looks fantastic at the moment, she's lost so much weight...... She later said she had an AMAZING time, and thanked me loads for the tickets. Awwww. Anyway. I went back to bed and drifted into a lovely sleep. Dad woke me up later - I'd missed "Lost" but he'd taped it for me, God love him. Dossed around on the Internet for ages before going back down once everyone was asleep and watching the recording. That show never fails to amaze me. And baffle the hell outta me, but hey, what's life without a time travelling island?
So now, typically, I can't get to sleep. And I can't stop thinking about last night, and all the things I SHOULD'VE said to Lee. Like maybe, how nice he looked. Or how we never got our January pub crawl party after all (hint hint). Hmmm. I'm still attempting to get over the fact that we actually bumped into each other. This is a pretty damn big city - what on earth were the odds of that?! And here I was thinking I'd never see him again....... I love the universe sometimes.
Still waiting on a reply to my friend request. Maybe he didn't mean it? Was "add me" just one of those friendly things people say now, instead of "Bye!"? Nah, surely not - we had a lovely polite conversation and a lovely polite goodbye, surely if he didn't WANT to see me again, he wouldn't have said it, right? He could've gotten away with it, the thought wouldn't have even crossed my mind. And should I talk to him first? Or would that not look cool? How many days should I leave it? Oh great, Facebook rules of dating. Now I know I'm obsessing.
(PS: I use the word "dating" since his profile states that he's single. What's up with that? Surely if he DID have a girlfriend, she'd be miffed about that? Hmmmm......)
PPS: Weighed myself, since it's the end of this week (even if I didn't TECHNICALLY stick to the rules the last two days). You won't believe it. I've lost 8 pounds. IN A WEEK. This is INCREDIBLE!!! Why the HELL has this diet not been published??! Parents very proud of me, even though I don't look or feel ANY different..... But still, HALF A STONE!! Plus, next week, after my period's finished and my flu is (presumably) over, surely I'll have lost more?? Ah, illness, a girl's best friend.......
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Current Mood: aching
Current Music: whirring laptop
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