Hotmail does this irritating little thing, where on occasion, people do not receive my emails, which gives me grief because I fret that people are ignoring me. I care too much what people think..

It also sucks to realise each and every time that it doesn't take much to tip me back over the edge into Unhappy-Land. It's tiring, and yet most days I'm busy at work or lazing around at home on my off days and suddenly, I wake up to the realisation that, hey! I'm happy--oh you rare and elusive creature, you actually exist!

And since I've concluded that Health and Happiness go together, I'm currently seriously working on building (back) up my health, if only for the shallow reason of wanting to look good.