Today I'm feeling sorry for myself. That means comfort food (Skittles, crisps, cheese, hot sauce), comfort drinks (vodka, Pepsi Max, apple juice; not as a cocktail), comfort movies (Howl's Moving Castle, Donnie Darko, Chef), comfort activities (sorting my cable pouch, writing my journal, noisy music, OP-1, window shopping).

The problem with feeling sorry for yourself, and knowing what makes you feel better, is that it can become an excuse to over-indulge on a bad mood instead of confronting the reasons for it. That's where my journal comes in handy.