Greetings from the other side of 30

I'm now 30. I had a party on the weekend. I'm coming down from it, quite heavily. Body is fragile after another of my famously terrible hangovers. Had a date scheduled with BG tonight. He had to postpone. Has lost his voice! Was sort of a relief as I just don't feel myself. Quite subdued. I was so excited though. Didn't sleep well at all last night. Was thinking about ways I could broach the topic of our apparent but undeclared interest in each other. Tonight I'm having to hold back. I have the urge to reach out to him further, because he's sick. I have the urge to tell him that the cute toy he gave me for my birthday is sitting on my bedhead. I have the urge to amplify and prolong the rush I get every time we make contact. But I've got to hold back. I've got to protect myself and not smother the boy. Oh but I want to. I want to wrap him in love. Not that long now I think. It seems all good. There's always the risk that I will get rejected, but I have a feeling he's got the same concerns.

My liver's riot against me yesterday was another reminder that I'm not looking after myself. I am a toxic wench. How to tackle it? I went out today to buy a tub of plain yoghurt and came back with a meat pie. I want instant health. I want an exercise routine. I want it all but day to day none of these changes take place. I guess I better sign off and deal with domesticity. I could wash my hair and face; that'd be progress.

Daily Stats: Coffee = 1 | Fruit = ? | Veg = 0.5 | Regrets = aforementioned | Exercise = slow 20min cycle to work