Went to bed at 7:30 last night - told the Professor I was really tired from our friend from Norway's visit and needed to catch up on sleep. And I did sleep, too, until six this morning when the alarm clock went off. I always get this way when I get really down. Appetite is awful as well - I'm starving during the day, but can barely eat anything when I get home at night. The Prof knows I'm trying to lose weight, so he doesn't question this either. Figures it's just part of my diet, I guess.
I got a really nice e-mail from an e-friend in Australia who saw my little tirade on the forum yesterday and just wrote to say she understood. That meant a lot to me, especially considering that my last email from anyone on the boards was to rip me a new one because I'd asked them to back off for a little bit. I responded to that one rather rudely, I'm afraid. But I've already gotten into that in a previous entry.
No plans for the weekend. I know I should make some, since I'll only fall further into my stupor if I don't force myself to get out and do something. Nothing looks particularly appealing at the moment though.