Today I ate some cereal, which was a start. The worse thing about stress is not being able to eat. Especially since I'm one of those people who weight just falls off when I get worried. I don't like this, it frightens me. xX; He rang me last night. He was angry at me for letting myself go to pieces like this. So this morning, I actually got up, I ate something, and I took a shower and washed the sheets off my bed. I'm determined that I will make this work - and if he wants me to try and do things with my friends and attempt to be social... well, I can only try. I have a journalism meeting on Wednesday. If that counts as anything slightly social?