Bad days and Good days

Yesterday was a goodish day. Went to the Gym in the morning which was fun, spent ages there so I felt really good about myself, and then for some inexplicable reason I plummetted. Was sitting in the cafe with my mum after coming out of the pool and I was just like, whats the point? I should have been on a high from all those exercise endorphins whizzing through my body, but it just didn't happen. I got home and phoned Pete, and we decided to go to the cinema. If I am honest, I wasn't really in the mood to start with, but lets face it, if I'm going to get better I need to make an effort to do stuff even when I don't feel like it, otherwise I'll just sit in the house all day doing fuck all and making myself worse. So I dragged myself out of the house and got on the bus. Pete was being grumpy cos the buses were bolloxed again and he'd had to wait half an hour for a bus thats supposed to be every 20 mins, Grumpy Pete and Depressed Kate don't make a very good combinataion, and then when we got to the Cinema I was trying to pay for food with my card, and the tills went down. I mean talk about a bad start. We eventually got to see the film, The Grudge. It is a truly evil, nasty, horrible film and me and Pete both hated it, except it was also really well done and very effective. I liked it, but I really didn't like it because it was so effective, creepy, nasty, just urrrgh...I'd recommend going to see it, but not if you're of a nervous disposition.
After we'd cringed and jumped our way through the film, we went to the pub. Met Charley's cousin. Kath in there and She told us that Charley was on his way cos it was his birthday. I had completely forgotten too. (Charley is a guy that I went to school with, right from Primary school all the way to sixth form...thats a hell of a long time ago now!). So we ended up spending the night in the pub with Charley and Kath and everyone. It was good, haven't seen Charley for a while and it was nice to catch up.
By the time I got home I was Knackered, and then I found I just couldn't sleep. My mind was whirling for ages, I hate that feeling, when you're so tired you can hardley keep your eyes open, yet when you close your eyes, all you can see is flashing images and stupid irrelevant thoughts flickering on the inside of your eyelids. I was so tired in the end I got upset, and eventually cried myself to sleep.
Today was ok, not feeling particularly happy, but not particularly sad either. Tired tho, very very tired.