My weekend was heavenly. Truly heavenly. My darling fiance made me a desert with hearts made out of sugar sticking out of the top of it. And I didn't pull my hair out. How could I have done? I was so happy.
Monday - Tried to finish my essay. And got really stressed. And pulled my hair out.
Tuesday: Overslept. Somehow slept for 13 hours. Missed my lesson. Then woke up. Tripped over the dog basket (grr!grr!grr!). Fell over the pavement and the wet autumn leaves. No-one outside the postcode could not have heard my yelp of pain and suprise. Then my flatmate saves me with a glass of wine. God bless wine. Bacchus bless wine!
Tommorow... Only have to horseride. Hardly a chore. 
I really want to get over this by 2008. For my sake and the sake of my fiance. I've got a good life. Seems a shame to ruin it.