I'm really fed of feeling this way. I just think I'm alright and the I fall apart again. I think the worst part is the loneliness and absence of intimacy. Lucky I have some nice friends, who didn't mind me clinging to them all weekend.
I want to get the flat and the financials together, but I'm so listless I can't face it. Bob has achieved the impossible and actually made me want to go to work - not that there is anything there to do but mope some more just with different people. The ironic thing is that he'd been trying to get me to eat more fruit for ages. Now the odd piece is about all I can stomach at the moment.
It's the last week before redundancy. I'm so, so glad I've got another job lined up.
It's a double dose of moving on. Just have to stick it out.