What a day. I was feeling so cocky last night, after going over to le boyfriends and eating dinner with him and his flatmates, followed by a trip to the pub and a bracing round of MarioKart. I was all, 'look at me, I can do it to, I can be normal, and sociable, and venture out after 7pm!'
But then he rang me to say that he'd got some kind of stomach upset, and a great big void of panic swallowed me up and is yet to spit me out the other side.
Emetophobia is a tricky one, because how in the hell are you supposed to avoid ever being sick? Seal yourself off in an oxygen tent? Look what that did for Michael Jackson. I haven't eaten all day, my logic being that if there's nothing to throw up then I can't. Of course there's always the delightful possibility of dry retching. I really should try to think about something else.
Joe Mangel turned up on Neighbours today! He's possibly replaced Janelle as my new favourite charcter, after shuffling off for a pee muttering 'just going to drain the spuds'. I used to have a real crush on him was younger, but time has not been kind, and he's actually starting to look a bit like Harold.