On Saturday I had a choice of two parties: what sounded like the usual sort of Camgeek affair, or Brian's housewarming. So I went to Brian's housewarming, on the basis that that was likely to contain lots of people I either didn't already know or hadn't seen in ages, and would make a nice change. Unfortunately, it was biased overwhelmingly towards people I didn't already know, contained only about four or five people I did already know, and most of the people I didn't know seemed to prefer to talk to one another than to me or my friends. So we decided if we were only going to talk to each other, we should bail out early, go to the Gallery and do so in quieter and less smoky surroundings.

Most of the people there seemed to be people Brian knew from dancing clubs, which meant almost all of them were terribly fit and active, and the women in particular were distressingly slim. This made me feel like an utter lump by comparison, especially when I caught sight of myself in a mirror… It's not that I think I look particularly fat and ugly most of the time; it's just that when the rest of the place was completely filled with svelte dancers I found myself starting to feel like the odd one out.

Still, it was a good job that happened before Sunday, since Dad showed up and took me and Sophie out for a familial lunch at Dojo (yum). I definitely ate too much yesterday; I might try to cut down a bit this week for fear of actually turning into a lump.