Having "post novel depression" after finishing Bridget Jones' Diary and fearing inevitable death by Alsation, fat and alone. The fact that I have lived through the summer holidays without a) a holiday b) contact or any sign of going-out-of-their-way-to-show-it love. The only thing that has kept me going is feeling of getting thinner (An odd side effect I have acquired through sheer loneliness is that when I am not training all I day I simply do not eat) and trying to claw back rapidly decreasing muscle tone.
Also practically shaking from drinking a coke because have not eaten anything and the caffeine overload is similar to some sort of tsunami.
I feel hungry, alone and unloved. Stupid bitch Jones at least has Darcy.
