Another tough day. They do seem to be coming thick and fast at the moment, don't they?
I broke a plate that used to belong to my dad. Again, I kept completely calm. Its just a plate. These pills must be doing their thing - that would normally set me off.
No text from he who left me, although I know he's been about because he's updated his website with witty football quips.
Oh, how I laughed. Not.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep really busy. Housing Benefit woman came round to see me, to help me fill in the form because they make me cry. I'm also doing lots of researchy stuff, for something I'm writing. Reading bible-type stuff at the moment. It's quite interesting, although 2 Timothy 3:6-9 kind of sticks in my throat.
And the exams march on. I think she's doing great. I hope she's doing great. Put it this way - she's doing her best.
That's all I can ask, and I'm proud of her.