Boyfriend just called. I cant sleep for thinking about the phone call so have resolved to write this as a way of hopefully getting some sleep. It is an unfortunate truth what I wrote in my previous blog, one measly phone call has the ability to make me feel entirely miserable. Its pathetic. We were discussing him coming to London in July. He doesnt know the dates he's free and its been annoying me over the last few weeks as I am becoming increasingly reluctant to keep the whole of July free to ensure when he eventually decides to stroll over from Switzerland, I will be there with open arms and a schedule as free as a bird. I am certain he saw straight through my deplorable facade of "I'm not sure what I'm doing, I might be washing my hair/cutting my toenails/reading Vogue etc", yet decided to humour my feeble attempt at playing hard to get with persistant affirmation of his desire to see me. That just added to my annoyance. He and I both know we'd do anything to see each other if we're in the same country as its such a rarity. I hate his ability to see through me. How dare he brazenly presume I'll keep July free to see him. Even though I have.