Today I've sat around crying at 'P.S. I Love You' & reading the new Pat Barker novel. Oh, Pat Barker. She does escapism like no other. Well, a few others, but I do love her special brand a bit more than most. In three weeks this will all be over & I'll be back in Swansea, & tomorrow I need to break up with him. I need to break up with him in order to save my sanity, & to avoid history repeating itself. I can't take the world seriously, but I keep finding myself in these situations of my own creation that I can't handle!


I got a text from Jenni, telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself. She's very right, I must stop feeling sorry for myself. I'm going to watch 'You've got Mail' & be thankful that I don't have to kiss Tom Hanks. The world could be a lot worse, & now I have new music, a new phone, & when I get back to Wales I fully intend to buy two goldfish/mice & will hug them to sleep. Might be a bit harder with the fish, but maybe I can start sleeping in the bath.

I read The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson last week. It's perfect & I am very glad that people like her & Pat Barker are still alive to verbalise their thoughts so I don't have to, as I'm quite blatantly shit at it.