It is morning. I have failed to tidy my room, have had less than enough sleep (woke at 4 naturally, let the cats out, was woken at 6, shut them back in, slept 'till 9), and feel fairly miserable it has to be said.

I have so much to do and I don't know where to start. My room is getting me down, along with my unfulfilled desire for companionship. I think I am just going to be lonely forever. All my friends are being wonderful about this, but I am really worried I will break soon, and no-one will want me when I am broken. I think Agent Grey has noticed too, which makes it worse, I thought I could hide it for a little longer. So much has changed, and there is more to come.

On top of everything else, when I am miserable I have no motivation, and that is really what I need right now. At least there is one thing I can focus on, clearing out my room, ready for term and as a purging exercise. There is a lot right now I can simply get rid of. Bin liners and a day on my own, that's what I really need.

Only I am meeting Punk Girl later for a hot chocolate, and I don't want to let her down (exam stress that she needs a break from), maybe I can delay that until this afternoon.

Also Dick 'O Metal is trying to get in touch again, after I have had a really pleasant week of him leaving me alone. He is a sad man, called me three times to make sure I have his new mobile number. Which I am glad that I have, since I need to know what it is to ignore him.

With a tiny ounce of motivation now I have got that off my chest, I am going to gather bin bags and some courage and tackle my room. Update may follow.