British

I've just gotten into bed after watching a couple of episodes of Castle and the Olympic opening ceremony. I was in a dark place but a cuddle from T helped and while I watched the programs curled up beside him, I coloured in a picture for a friend. I just needed something simple to do, to keep my mind occupied and away from self-ham thoughts. I didn't expect to enjoy either programs but I did, both Castle and the Olympic opening. It actually made me feel proud to be British, they achieved something amazing, breathtaking and special and for a while at least I was captivated and free from my thoughts.

Until my tooth chipped off and its now sharp and indicates another visit to the dentist. As if I needed anything else to bring me down.

I've just realised the time, i really need to get an early night one night, the way I'm going I'm going to crash, the only thing thats kept me awake until now is a supply of coffee and sugar. Hopefully Ill be able to get up in the morning and the bad dreams and panic attacks stay away.