Another day passes, another day wasted. Well that's not entirely true - at least I got some work done today, unlike yesterday when I spent the whole time in front of the mirror, trying to make myself look good and waiting for him to call. I'm beginning to accept that actually he's far too good for me, and he doesn't deserve to go through all the shit that being with me would inevitably entail.
I didn't make myself sick after eating lunch today (though I did after dinner and after my post-dinner vending machine binge) - largely because when I was cycling earlier I nearly fainted, which was a little unfortunate as there was a taxi headed straight at me at the time. Maybe that wouldn't have been so unfortunate after all.
Wow, anyone who reads this must want to slap me. Poor little reasonably-well-off, clever, supposedly-pretty girl. How she suffers.
