So yesterday I had one of those days where you get a piece of really, really bad news. At any other time, it would have been a pain, but not chronic. Thanks to the timing, it was really, REALLY bad. It was also one of those things where you personally have no control whatsoever, and no real entity to blame. How I hate those moments!

So after freaking out, then having to work and pretend not to be freaking out, I went to a food court and bought potato wedges. No sour cream, or anything else to get in the way of their fluffy goodness - just pure, hardcore potato.

I found a newspaper lying on one of the tables, so I sat down there, and read about protests against George Bush while eating. After the third wedge, I could actually feel the effect the carbohydrates were having on me - namely calming. It was really quite bizarre - but hey, it’s another good reason to eat sweet, sweet carbs.

So I say to anyone who’s on a low carb diet and feeling depressed - get some damn potato into your body and feel the sweet serotonin skyrocket - and other such alliterative phrases.

As a side note, the hideous situation seems to have, beyond all possible hope, been resolved. Still skeptical, but it seems like it might be okay.

Today I’m loving: my holiday, booked, paid for, in less than eight weeks. Oh how I need it!