Today I had fun at the Go club again.
Today the weather was severe. I stayed home and played the guitar all evening.
Today I tried playing Cavatina on the guitar.
Today I had Gareth over for dinner and it was highly enjoyable.
Today I played Go, and played the guitar, and wished I had talent.
Today I had a good workout playing squash with Bryan. I needed that.
Today I didn't go to the Go club because I didn't feel sociable.
Today I didn't want to have anything to do with the world. Go away.
Today I was sad and melancholic maybe because I didn't get much sleep or maybe because my life really had no meaning.
Today I did some couply gardening at the allotment with Peter, like an elderly couple.
Today Peter arrived in Oxford from Plymouth, and I talked his ears off.
Today I wished I was on holiday, even if it rained all day.
Today when my friends talked about family, I didn't tell anyone that I've not spoken to my mum in 4 years, and my dad in 10 years. I've not made a single phone call back home all the 6 years I've been in the UK. I'm a cold hearted bitch.
Today I went to the Oxford Go club and didn't play a game. That's my latest strategy.
Today I came back to Oxford from Plymouth, and spent the day doing laundry and other errands.
Today Peter and I went to the Bang Goes the Theory road show in Plymouth, and we had our pictures taken with Dr Yan. Sort of.
Today I went to Plymouth to see Peter. We spent the evening at a lovely real ale country pub at Tavistock, and then I had a lovely hot bath later. Felt like holiday!
Today I was unhappy for no good reason.
Today I decided I was the worst Go player in the world. Worst. Ever.