Slow recovery

I'm trying to convince myself that I'm slowly recovering. (Actually, Pete's trying to convince me that). I think I'm slowly recovering. I still haven't got my appetite back, but it might have more to do with the fact that I had coffee and a nice chocolate muffin for breakfast. But yeah, still can't eat.

I bump into my old boss in the cafe when I was having breakfast. It's actually good to catch up with her and somehow I do feel a bit better. Tomorrow should be fun, I might have to drive. Yikes.

Anyway, I might go for a walk and at least buy something and TRY to eat... :\