See, I'm a worrier. I've realised that in the last two-three years (since my mum's illness, since being in Oxford) I've developed serious anxiety. I get stressed out about silly things (catching trains, making minutes I type up for work make sense), and about serious things (theses, getting a job). The most serious of which, I'm sure you've realised, is my friends, and how they're all having a crap time.
I spent the whole of today worried sick for one of my friends, and I'm just hoping she's OK. I trust her, and I know she probably is, or at least taking the time to feel better, but I worry, and I miss her, and I wish I could do something. I also feel somewhat like a failure as a friend, even though I know friends cannot control these things.
I just hope you're OK, beastly tank. I love you.
(and I'm so grateful for friends and evenings of cheese, wine, pork products, films, and where have all the hot men gone?)