My essay is complete, referenced and I'm checking it.

Today I ate:

A bowl of cereal-180
an unfilled profiterole-20
two biscuits-300

And it is 14:45.

Last night I went to see Little Bird in her play; it wasn't very good. She's upset about it; I found her crying afterwards. I went and told her it was fine; she did the best she could with a constrictive part. She feels ashamed, but she shouldn't. We went out to eat and she told me it isn't just that, it's lots of other things too; I don't know what things. She could tell me if she wanted to.

I held her and stroked her hair and told her it was fine. I don't pity her. I admire her, almost, for doing what she can. She feels; I don't know what she feels, but it isn't good. It isn't good at all.

I am feeling ugly and fat. And stupid, of late.

A funny thing happened; I do not like my neck. The rest of me is too fat, but my neck is tendons and bone and adams apple, almost, it's vile. My friends are getting to know this (I wear an inordinate amount of polo necks) and they tease me. I showed them it last night and Little Bird said, "stop doing that weird thing". I didn't realise I was tensing- I was- and it made me laugh that she was trying to make me feel better rather than to heighten the complex. She's lovely.

Here are the things I must do before I leave:

Return the wild library book
Pack
Cast my play.