I hate mood swings. Had four good days in a row. Now into day three of feeling shite. Doing simple things is like wading through treacle (which sounds like a stickier version of mud-wrestling but is infinitely less fun. Not that I've ever actually mud-wrestled. Guess it must be good for the skin, given the amount of money mud masks cost though.)
Went to a friend's for dinner on Friday night which was good. She's a great cook and was nice to want to eat (worryingly, have lost nearly a stone so have to start eating properly). I slept for most of yesterday and today, cos am utterly exhausted. Apparently, sleep boosts seratonin levels which is why it's the refuge of the depressive.
However, have been trying to follow my own advice (as dispensed in this week's Messagizer newsletter) on dealing with break-up; eating properly (chocolate counts, yes? Having never been a chocoholic am now getting cravings and thus adopting conspiracy theories about the chocolate companies and some 'singles' drug they put in it making single types crave chocolate, thus get fat and spotty, thus stay single, thus eat more chocolate.) sleeping (ahem, think 20 hours in a day is a tad excessive so trying to drag self out of bed as much as poss.) avoiding alcohol and all that kind of thing.
Aside from deeply boring feeling sorry for self (yep, there are loads of people worse off than me. I know and promise I'm trying to snap out of this.) have been trying to get work done. Written a column for Revolution about internet marketing (seemed appropriate, as it's an internet marketing magazine) Pitched some ideas to some people (and just got a commission back. Cool). Arranged some meetings. Also, joined the Cunning Linguists network which has got some great links; the fabulous Eros Blog and Zen Slut amongst them.
Guess I should get on with some work before I fall asleep again.
Posted by emilyd at March 31, 2003 07:45 PM