Day 1588

Felt very sleepy and under the weather in the morning; nevertheless got on with my project, after two hours' cleaning up the house. Ran into an error in the compiler-generated part of the prog - what am I supposed to do about that?

Jo J rang up at seven with the latest hen night info. This threw me into a foul mood (nightclub apprehension) so when M rang up at eight I immediately started continuing the argument we had on Sunday. (I must admit though that arguing with M does represent a certain increase in self-confidence).

If my project wasn't being so troublesome I'd've been in a better mood, and I told her so.