party last night. only girls(plus one gay guy who baked some of the eats). we all had to wear dresses. some of the girls flaunted the rules naturally but i was there to tell them off.

Not bad. had a glass of champange and stuck to orange juise the rest of the time. so i fell off the wagon, well just one foot off.

I wore my little black number. got compliments all around althought there was another girl with a pink number. almost like a ball room gown really. she bitched about her boyfriend to the girl she was sitting next to for the whole evening. not a bad partty but rather subdued. we played pass the parcel. I got a shower sponge. I need a new one anyway so cool one to get. I stuffed myself. cheese, more cheese. cakes, half a brownie(i dont really like chocolate),more cake and strawberries in my juice. tahnk goodness i was wearing blck otherwise they might have though i was preggers at the bus stop after.

still stressed. my own fuck ups in my life and the chickens have come home to roost. seeing a dr on friday, have had a growth behind my knee since the beginning of the year. been growing steadily. someone said it might be cancer. i don't think so, but i don't care. it just itches a lot which is why im getting it seen to.

anyway, i'm gonna mke myself a nice dinner: trout, baby potatoes in lemon, butter and herbs, brocolli and baby carrots and some spring onions. I'll then wash all of that down with cranberry and rasperry juice. If anything, i might as well treat my body right no matter that it's disintergrating coz of the mind.

I'll be ok. I'm sure i will be.
Enjoy the England game those who'll be watching