Life is interesting

Life really is turning into a voyage of self-discovery. Things that might have completely messed me up not long ago are now getting seen in by 'rational Phil' and I think I've become less neurotic over the course of the day. It's clearly the affect that highlights have on me. Did I mention I was getting highlights? I love them... I look fabulous! Aside from Donald calling me a 'poof' everyone has been most complimentary!

I had an early night last night (as posted in my earlier blog) and was wide awake at 4:30 and haven't looked back since and it's now 1:30, a full 21 hours later... perfectly normal for me. Leonardo Da Vinci only slept 2 hours a day so I'm still having 50% more sleep than I really need to fulfil my goal of turning into a teenage mutant ninja turtle (hero in a half shell... turtle power).

After getting my hair highlighted, did I mention I was getting my hair highlighted? I bought a new smart casual outfit for church, cinema, meals out etc. I really want to stop leaving the house in tracksuit bottoms and trainers unless I'm actually going to go and do some exercise. If you look like a pile of jobby you feel like a pile of jobby.

On the way home Roz took me to the post office to pick up a package a lovely person from the USA had sent me which they'd hung onto when they couldn't deliver it to my old address. I knew it contained crunchy cheetos and goldfish but got a plesant surprise when I saw Bugles which I'd completely forgotten about. The box is still totally intact and I'm going to ration myself very very sensibly so they will last a while hopefully.

All I've eaten today was a fairly small ham & mustard ciabatta together with a little bit of the side salad that came with it and the small handful of crisps that were on the plate. For tea I had just a wee wee bit of garlic bread with Dorothy's yummy home-made macaroni. I went to Ian & Bridget's for a meeting (and to play Buzz) and Bridget had a really lovely looking table full of food that I liked and told me to tuck in. I figured if I started to eat I wouldn't stop because she'd got loads of different things that I liked and which were unhealthy. When I came back in I didn't have anything either and normally I'd have a big pile of toast and be tucking into some of those crisps. I better not go on about them too much or I'll end up twisting my own arm!

It's Saturday tomorrow and I'm not sure if my Mum's coming down for the day because I never really made firm plans with her. I think I'd better phone her in the morning.

I think I might head to bed now before my appetite gets the better of... oh, better remember my medication.... right, that's it taken... Night night fellow bloggers! xxx.