The Day After

I woke this morning feeling like I didn't even have the energy or will to get out of my bed. Thankfully, a friend came to the rescue and together we arranged a day of keeping each other company.

The parents went out for a day at the races and I gladly stayed behind - rain, drunk people and betting are definitely in my list of 'Things I Hate'.

A large portion of my day was spent feeling rather sorry for myself because, foolishly, I pinned my hopes for something on a man who, inevitably, let me down. He's done his best to atone for his sins, but that doesn't eradicate the hurt.

Stephanie kindly made me a beautiful dinner and played games with me this evening. After she left I settled on the sofa with a little chocolate and bubbly to enjoy a peaceful evening of television. Of course, I was repeatedly interrupted and then joined by drunken parents and friends. I eventually returned to my now-cold spot on the sofa, watched my small piece of television and sloped up off to bed, leaving my father snoring on the sofa.