Angst-less, somewhat - P.M.

No, but really. I'm feeling better than I was this morning. No tears for twenty four hours! Almost.

I tried to buy a copy of Paul Simon's Graceland because the Travelling Wilburies are making me so cheerful, but NO LUCK. What a cruel twist of fate! Never mind, I'm sure to recover...

La la la la la... procrastinating... la.

I ate comfort food and I felt better. And also kind of sick, because the croissant had custard AND chocolate inside of it AND meringue on top AND almonds. Oh, I feel a little ill thinking about its comforty-goodness...

I bought some quite unnecessary clothes.

I HAVE NOT done a great deal of work, unfortunately.

I'm meeting Jess after work.

Strangely, I ran into this old Polytech friend of Andy's while roaming the shops... she recognised me. I've met her maybe twice, something like five years ago. And since then I have dehippified.