Definitely getting better...

I managed to walk to the local shops earlier to get some ingredients to make food. I had to walk because I don't trust myself to drive just yet, as my legs are all aching and wobbly. You can see how this would make walking half a mile deeply entertaining...

Anyway, have mayo, will pasta.

Just after I got home, a bloke turns up who I haven't seen for a few months - a friend of my ex, and for the last few years (up to the break-up) one of my main clubbing companions. I was quite disappointed when he seemed to be putting no effort at all into keeping in touch after me and her split, and when he moved in December he didn't even give me his new phone number or address. Fair enough, I thought, that's pretty clear. I was still quite happy to see him today, thinking he'd decided to be friendly or whatever after all.

Actually, he wanted to use my toilet and try to sell me a car.

Quote, Unquote

"Some people are like slinkies. Inherently useless, but you can't help but smile when you see them tumble down the stairs."

(via corsetboy's journal)

Waaaaaaaah.

I've spent the whole day working up to this meal. It took me most of the daylight hours to work up the energy to walk to the shops for the mayonnaise. It took me a few more hours to recover from walking to the shops. It's taken me the last couple of hours of going up and down the stairs in small bursts of what I laughingly call 'energy' to actually prepare the ingredients, and then a 10 minute wait for the pasta to boil before I could mix it all together. And now that it's done? This cold has my taste-buds so screwed up, it tastes like greasy lumpy water.

Arse.