Woe is me.

I have never pretended to be an optimistic person, in fact I have always been maybe too honest that I am quite the opposite. Today has been utterly rubbish and I have been in a vile mood. People as a general rule grate on me, further confirmation that I should live alone in a cave, but today this has been ridiculous. Not the people I like of course, just the rest of them. After work, I came straight home with a banging headache and haven't been outside since. No gym. No run. No nothing.

On a slightly more positive note, day 2 of the detox has gone reasonably well despite my incessant hunger.

Day 2:

• Branflakes and blueberries
• Lettuce, cucumber and Quorn ham salad, a muesli bar and a mango and passion fruit jelly pot.
• Home made vegetable soup.
• 1 apple and a Highlights.

I must snap out of this self pity but right this second, my already over-sized head is throbbing and I am almost certain that it is about to spontaneously combust. When we speak tomorrow I hope to have sorted my life out and be telling you news of a successful morning run. 

Before I sign off, just a little warning to all the spiders out there. Please leave me alone. You have plagued me for weeks now. If you will continue to invade my personal space, I will continue to hit you with a shoe/hoover you up. You are not funny, you are not clever and I have no qualms in killing you. So stop it. 

Your most woeful friend.

Although not your friend, spiders. I am no friend of yours. Woeful or otherwise.