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I'm ill in bed with the worst cold. My head feels like it ways a tonn, I can't breathe from my nose and I have the most painful cough I rang in sick this morning but I don't think work believe me cos they know my mate came home from Leeds yesterday - they obviously just think I'm hungover. I was only drinking Vodka and Orange last night (for the vitamin C) and didn't touch anything else purely because i couldn't have gotten anything up my nose had I have wanted to.

Me and Matt split up in the end the other day. Obviously not very happy about it but it's for the best I guess. I need someone who's gonna appreciate me. One of the chefs at work, Ricardo has been being very sweet to me this past week. He gives me a kiss on both cheeks and gives the biggest hug each day I go into work. He's just now texted me to see if I'm ok since he's just found out I'm not gonna be in today. It's nice to have someone give a shit about you. It's a shame my own boyfriend never did.

Having Gaylor back from Leeds last night was awesome! We had the best night and he really sorted me out. This is what happens when I'm left to my own devices with no-one to slap some sense into me - my life falls apart around me. I feel much better now though. He said he weren't gonna bother coming back this week but when I told him I was having a hard time and he heard from others that I wasn't myself he had to come back - couldn't just let his bitch fall to pieces. I bloody love my mates, seriosuly don't know where i would be without them. Anyways, here's a picture of us from last night. Gaylor took loads of funny pictures on his camera but here's the crappy one I took on my phone:



I'm now off to wollow in my self pity - or should that be my own snot