2005-08-29

I'm sure I have something terribly wrong with me physically. I can't get out of bed, my bones ache all the time, I have migraines and the very worst thing is I don't enjoy smoking any more. Good God!

It's time for my semi-annual nervous breakdown and I have chosen to blame it this time on going back on the Pill. My moods are erratic, my weight is yo-yoing and I have taken a sudden interest in home handicrafts. Definately the Pill's fault. Got nothing to do with my inability to say no to sugar or fat. Not to mention a total lack of libido... no, not just a lack, a total absence of anything sexual in my life whatsoever. And no interest in pursuing it. So much for the 30's being a woman's most sexually alive years - which cunt did that survey?

So, fat, frustrated and far from fighting fit. What a dull Betty I am. The CLM has morphed into a good buddy (yeah, cause I needed another platonic male friend), LBB is off with the psychic fairies, I keep forgetting to call the Boi and there is no amusement on the near horizon. Perhaps I should cyrogenically freeze myself until summer comes...

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