Ugh. Just ugh.
I hate this. I hate arguing with Dan all the time. I hate feeling like I need to ask people for help, and I hate how my life revolves around food and eating and not eating. I hate it.
Dan and I had a big argument last night on the train; I refused to talk to him on the way to the taxi place. On the way home, the taxi driver hit a cyclist. It was a massive shock - the cyclist seemed to be ok, but I think we were all a bit shaken. I'd never been in a car accident before.
Fought again in the drive. I hate this.
Woke up drunk. I forgot that the clocks went back last night, and haven't been able to get back to sleep since eight. Oh well. I've got work at twelve, but I so don't want to go.