Yesterday

I felt really poorly all day. Dinner tasted alright but looked revolting. It was better when I made it with pork rather than chicken. In the evening I spent a couple of hours with friends, enjoying a nice glass of wine. I was back home for a quarter past nine. I wanted to go to bed, but didn't feel ready to settle down where I was feeling to overtired. Upstairs was all silence, so I watched part of Stage Fright. Bed at ten.