Dear Diary. I felt worse today than yesterday. Low on energy. Skipped the gym today because of how tired I felt.

I picked up 6-year-old from his acting class this evening and one of the moms gave me a concerned look and said, "You look ill. Really tired and pale."

"I've eaten barely anything the past five days," I said. "Food makes me want to vomit. I tried eating a packet of crisps yesterday but became disgusted by the taste after about the tenth crisp. I think I have food poisoning."

She looked shocked and appalled. "You shouldn't be eating crisps if you have an upset stomach."

I told her I ate cake today, had a raw carrot yesterday, and a big box of salad as well yesterday (to get my five a day). Also today I was eating an all-bran cereal straight out the packet to get fiber. She looked horrified.

"You can't eat fibre with a stomach bug," she said. "You're supposed to avoid fibre."

I didn't know that, I thought fibre was good for your gut health.

Girlfriend gave me a list of things I can safely eat with gastroenteritis: pureed apple, rice, soup, pasta, omelette, white bread, yoghurt, banana, boiled potatoes, chicken and fish. These are all soft foods that are easy to digest. I've never done this special list before. Though come to think of it, I have done it several times with the kids, when they had tummy troubles.

For dinner Girlfriend cooked me a chicken breast and some boiled potatoes. I was so hungry I ate the lot. I also had half a large jar of apple puree. Afterwards, I felt MUCH better. It was like the difference between night and day. It was like the difference between Lazarous lying cold stiff dead on a slab and Lazarous coming back to life, donning shades, and mixing some sick beats with the apostles. I felt happy, far happier than I normally do. It must be how monks feel when they come out of a month-long fast. I feel like I could go out with some cool late teens and party 'til the break of dawn.

Incidentally I found out Girona has clubs today (I was browsing through r/Girona and came across them). I was amazed as I never knew Girona had clubs. There's one photo of a club which is a mass of young cool people dancing euphorically in what looks like the Bronx from Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

I think the next stage of the social group I manage is to meet every Friday or Saturday night at these clubs. I'll wear a bright yellow T-shirt that says "MR SOCIAL" and I'll buy everyone in the club drinks, but I'll escape out the back door before the bartender can charge my card.