Thursday and counting

So I woke up at 5.30am with thr intention of getting straight to work. But by the time I had done bowels and cats, it was 6am. Time may wait for no man but it fucking flies for woman. I then hit the computer with a vengeance and tried to be creative with a newsletter. I spent ages "being creative". It ended up looking really similar to the not creative version. So I ate and ate and ate. Then I bathed. I fell asleep in the bath. When I woke up, all cold and disorientated, I sloshed out the bath and ate. Then I phoned a take away place to order more food. Now I am going to work on my next project, while I contemplate the nature of my food obsession and my desire not to go out to a singles evening. Ugh.