6:00 AM: I am devastatingly
heartbroken. My life is in ruins. There’s no point in living any
more. But I’m also incredibly hungry. Got Skirt out of bed to
serve my breakfast. It was
- surprisingly it almost tasted like real food. I demanded
another three portions.
11:59 PM: I was in mourning all day
for my lost happiness. Apart from eating and sleeping I did
nothing. Due to my insatiable hunger I had eight meals at home
and a huge plate of fresh haggis with Old-Grey-Fur. It’s odd how
sadness makes you hungry - the sadness muscles must be located
in the stomach.