Not really been feeling best, and my appetite has gone. Whilst on one hand i can always do with eating less, i do need to eat to function. Anyway last night i got home and was lying on my sofa feeling a wee bit sorry for myself whenthe phone rang. It was blondie with his bloke who were on route to come and take me out!

I got changed in double quick time, and eventually they arrived. Whilst we were chatting blondie's friend K asked me about being sick and i showed him what i was on, I had a feeling that it would be ok and he admitted it himself that he had been on anti-depressants. Later in town he said that blondie had mentioned it to him that i had said i was ill but blondie hadn't liked to ask. We went to a couple of bars and then onto a club. Music was varied, but ok enough to dance to; and i could see again why blondie liked his friend so much, but qalso why other friends feel that blondie is being manipulated. well maybe not so much manipulated as completely blinded by love.

I can understand what that's like, and i can kind of understand why...

I worry too much. But it has been so nice...