I've been exhausted today for no apparent reason. I can't wait for sleep, yet as usual, I await Monday morning with an anxious feeling in my stomach. That feeling isn't just reserved for the employed and the start of yet another working week; it's probably even worse for the unemployed. It's another week of battling, trying, banging my head against a brick wall. However, I feel a little positive as I reviewed my CV earlier for the first time in a few months and tweaked it.

I'm determined to have a positive week. I don't want to be consumed by James, yet of course I still want to see him. I saw Vicky in town on Saturday, and she was so nice to me. I was surprised she even acknowledged me, and I appreciated her talking to me. She said she was really pleased that he'd met a nice girl for once. I want to make this work, and I want to make sure it's right.