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I have been vaguely feeling quite a bit Wrong Inna Head ever since the clocks went back. This doesn't tend to be a problem for me, as a rule, but going home in the dark is confusing me. Combined with being excessively busy in the last few weeks has turned me into a Fucking Shut-In (tm), which is rare for me as I've actually quite enjoyed socialising since we've moved to London.

This all came to something of a head on Friday night. Richie was due to go out with work - I had been invited and felt physically sick at the thought so politely declined - and I was looking forward to having a night in with some wine and finally watch The Hunger Games. When I came home Richie was in, as his night out had been cancelled. When I saw the lights on in the flat I actually had to stand in the front garden for a moment or two and try not to cry. This is clearly ridiculous as thoughts go, not least because Richie, you know, LIVES HERE TOO.

That said. On Friday night I had a couple of glasses of wine and then very calmly told Richie that all I had wanted was to watch The Hunger Games and possibly get quite drunk. "Okay," he said, because he is nothing if not understanding. So we watched it (I've only recently read the book and I'm a bit obsessed now) and I relaxed a lot which helped. On Saturday I took the time to have a long lie-in and not do very much beore going out to Iona's Diwali party, which was actually really good fun, even if I had to face a drive in the dark. It was well worth it. There was good company, make your own pizzas, and tealights flickering in the dark. It felt vaguely allegorical for the state of my head.

But but but. On Sunday my IBS decided to make my life a misery, to the extent I nearly took today off until I remembered my 'to do' list. So I went in, and didn't eat which helped - hunger! I remember you! I realised at about 4pm, it was actually a nice sensation - and got through my to do list and felt better. I even felt vaguely perky for this evening. Of course, Richie is actually out tonight so I have eaten something out of the freezer and now I am debating what to watch until he comes back. I think some Parks and Recreation might be in order, with Ripper Street on tonight as well.

I don't think I am entirely fixed in the head, but this is the best I've felt (excluding Saturday, which really was a light in the dark) for a week, so hopefully I am adjusting a little to the light changes. As I have a busy week ahead of me - going to go to the pub quiz tomorrow IF IT KILLS ME so as not to let Fiona down again, work stuff on Wednesday night that is actually quite exciting and then India wedding shopping on Saturday which a very helpful work colleague who has basically taken me under her wing in terms of finding tailors and getting Richie sorted out as well.

Less Wrong Inna Head, more tealights flickering in the dark please.

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I have been vaguely feeling quite a bit Wrong Inna Head ever since the clocks went back. This doesn't tend to be a problem for me, as a rule, but going home in the dark is confusing me. Combined with being excessively busy in the last few weeks has turned me into a Fucking Shut-In (tm), which is rare for me as I've actually quite enjoyed socialising since we've moved to London.

This all came to something of a head on Friday night. Richie was due to go out with work - I had been invited and felt physically sick at the thought so politely declined - and I was looking forward to having a night in with some wine and finally watch The Hunger Games. When I came home Richie was in, as his night out had been cancelled. When I saw the lights on in the flat I actually had to stand in the front garden for a moment or two and try not to cry. This is clearly ridiculous as thoughts go, not least because Richie, you know, LIVES HERE TOO.

That said. On Friday night I had a couple of glasses of wine and then very calmly told Richie that all I had wanted was to watch The Hunger Games and possibly get quite drunk. "Okay," he said, because he is nothing if not understanding. So we watched it (I've only recently read the book and I'm a bit obsessed now) and I relaxed a lot which helped. On Saturday I took the time to have a long lie-in and not do very much beore going out to Iona's Diwali party, which was actually really good fun, even if I had to face a drive in the dark. It was well worth it. There was good company, make your own pizzas, and tealights flickering in the dark. It felt vaguely allegorical for the state of my head.

But but but. On Sunday my IBS decided to make my life a misery, to the extent I nearly took today off until I remembered my 'to do' list. So I went in, and didn't eat which helped - hunger! I remember you! I realised at about 4pm, it was actually a nice sensation - and got through my to do list and felt better. I even felt vaguely perky for this evening. Of course, Richie is actually out tonight so I have eaten something out of the freezer and now I am debating what to watch until he comes back. I think some Parks and Recreation might be in order, with Ripper Street on tonight as well.

I don't think I am entirely fixed in the head, but this is the best I've felt (excluding Saturday, which really was a light in the dark) for a week, so hopefully I am adjusting a little to the light changes. As I have a busy week ahead of me - going to go to the pub quiz tomorrow IF IT KILLS ME so as not to let Fiona down again, work stuff on Wednesday night that is actually quite exciting and then India wedding shopping on Saturday which a very helpful work colleague who has basically taken me under her wing in terms of finding tailors and getting Richie sorted out as well.

Less Wrong Inna Head, more tealights flickering in the dark please.