Pita breads and ice tea :)

Today was like the nicest day. I've figured it out: I have this precious, golden window of time from like, 3-6.30pm, when all my pain just disappears, and I can't feel a thing. I can eat without my throat or ears burning like all hell; I'm chatty and can laugh without feeling like someone rammed an ice pick in my head; and most importantly, I can get up, walk around, take a bath, put on make-up and bring myself to go into the sitting room to sit up rather than lying down dead in my bedroom. Caro, Tina and Bash came round which was awesome because I haven't felt well enough to see anyone in a week or so. We just sat around like a load of old hippies eating ham & butter pita breads, drinking diet coke and iced tea, and chatting about everything under the sun... proof you don't need alcohol to have a good time haha.

Of course the rest of the day I was in agony and having to sit in silence with my hands over my ears trying not to break down and cry. And it took me half an hour to eat breakfast again. But tomorrow is day 10 which is the bench mark, or pinnacle or whatever you want to call it, so that makes me pretty happy. Oh and I was 140.6 this morning which is fantastic... -9 lbs in 9 days, perhaps a record for me?! I'm not complaining...

There's only one thing that is bugging me this evening, and something I'm really not prepared to deal with tonight as I have other issues to cope with... like relentless frickin' ear and throat pain. Alfie is in this weird mood with me and somehow figured out I had people over this afternoon and is all upset I didn't 'invite' him. It wasn't a party for God's sake. I just suddenly felt better and asked a few of my girlfriends over - one of whom I'm not going to see again for a very long time. And for some reason I'm a heinous person for not letting him know as he's been 'trying to see me for days'. Actually... the last time I talked to you, all you could talk about was how much work you were tied up with, and how busy you were... so, ergh :( I thought I was doing him a favour by not asking him to trek when by the time he arrived I would probably have just been in agony again. I don't know, I hate drama, especially with boys, bloody hell. They're worse than girls sometimes.

Anyway... enough of that, as I say I'm not up for dealing with my alleged wrong-doings tonight because I need to chill out and pray I wake up feeling better tomorrow. I have some GOOD NEWS. I might finally get a fucken holiday this summer! Amsterdam is looking VERY likely for next Wednesday - if, that is, I feel well enough to fly. And Tina and Caro are really up for coming along :) So it's going to be me, two of my best friends, an empty brand new apartment, and unlimited weed for a week... haha perfect :) Something to look forward to anyway. Plus, everyone there is super hot and thin... so I'd better come back to London looking banging for the beginning of term, hee hee.

Hope everyone is well. I'm thinking I will be in the 130s by Friday at this rate, definitely.