Damien called; I may have overreacted. Apparently the girl in the photo is a lesbian and his phone was having signal dramz (on this occasion I am more inclined to believe him as I emailed his mum asking if her bf had returned (as he was out with Damo) and she said she hadn’t been able to get hold of him either).I feel like a fool, but this is what the last 5 months have done to me.

So I’ve lost out on getting my essay finished and (therefore) getting to help out at the open evening at my old college tomorrow as I just wasted 2 hours being all hysterical. There’s a lesson in there for me; now I just have to develop sufficient cojones to take my own advice on the matter.

Now I’m hungry and sleepy, but my head is still buzzing away. I’m debating the merits of chugging a whole bunch of lucozade and trying to force myself to get shit done, but considering that today I’ve:

• re-written an essay plan
• written 2,500 words for my research essay…
• …and 900 words for my short essay
• I’ve helped Grandma with her tax forms
• I’ve ran an hour-long errand for Grandma
• And still managed to cry hysterically at Corrie (don’t judge me, Becky was amazing >.<  :P)

Then maybe, just maybe, I’ve done enough to allow myself to go to sleep, and to try again tomorrow.