A whole tub of ice-cream

A whole tub of ice-cream

I know this sounds incredibly girly but I have to spit it out. Last night I ate a whole tub of icecream. Lately I have been feeling rather shit, depressed and bored. I think it's to do with women and running. I have not run this week, i.e. I have skipped two sessions (last night (tired and lazy) and monday (forocious winds and rain)) and i think my housemate is avoiding me (for what reason, whether it's me she is avoiding or she's avoiding everyone, i don't know). My job is very boring and although I am going to quit I cannot make the final push and hand my resignation letter in. So last night I ate a tub of icecream and felt really bad for it afterwards, this morning too...


Now I am feeling great, I have lined up things for the next couple of nights. Im going to see Graham Coxon tonight at the junction. Tomorrow night I am playing in a badminton match. Sunday is the boat race. This leaves Saturday empty. Any ideas??? There is a load of films that I want to watch at the cinema, I have to get some more glasses, and some more kimchi.