I was angry last night

Because of how my brother treated me, and it brought back childhood woes, and made me scream.

But I thought of you, and I thought of you whispering, "it's alright, don't be angry, don't be don't" and it made me feel easier and not grind my teeth. I thought of winding my fingers round dyed blonde corkscrew curls and your tiny teeth and the way you wrinkle your nose when you smile. I thought of how happy and modest and self-deprecating you are, how you look like a basking cat.

A woman I work with and admire told me today that my article was good and that she liked my hair. I was happier about the first thing, which made me glad. I was glad of the compliments and of the scale that they took in my mind.

And today I ate:

three biscuits-400
A potato and mushroom bake-400
two slices of toast-300
a smoothie-100
apricots-50

which is not too bad.