Today, in a bid to beat the boredom, I ventured out to the far off, mysterious land that is Glasgow to meet my friend Elaine for lunch.

That's right. I'm too ill to work, but I can still do lunch and shop. I think this proves that I'm on the mend. I might actually start looking for a job soon!

I had a really good day today actually. It was lovely to catch up with Elaine, and I also managed to get myself a pair of black patent leather ballet pumps, which will set off my new skinny jeans a treat.

Kate Moss eat your heart out.

The urge to shop is back in my blood - and it feels wonderful! Only problem is, I have no money whatsoever. The wonder that is the British benefits system is failing me. I applied for incapacity benefit at the beginning of January, and still nothing.

I feel utterly ridiculous having to sponge off the government, but if everyone else can do it, why can't I? I do have a five-inch scar on my belly. And I can't do anything for any longer than an hour without needing a seat. On Saturday's shopping expedition, more time was spent in Costa's sipping on hot chocolate than there was spent walking about. But at least I'm making progress, right?

Speaking of progress, I'm now onto series 4 of Sex and the City! I started from the beginning about a week ago, and I'm getting through it a treat.

Oh, the life of the unemployed.

I know. Surely not Lindsay bringing "good news" after what has, undoubtedly, been one of the worst years of her life, but yes! It's true!

Yesterday, I found out that I've been accepted for Journalism and Creative Writing at the University of Strathclyde in Glasgow!

I'm so excited. It's really, really hard to get into and they've accepted me, even though I handed my application in late (woops) and there are probably ten year olds who can structure sentences with more flare that I can, but there we have it! I did it!

I just can't wait to get back to uni and using my brain again. Ok, so I've been doing Su Doku and working on My First Best-seller as I like to call it, but it's not the same as going and sitting in a lecture and just learning. Despite being a bit of a dipstick, I do actually like learning, and this course sounds utterly fabulous. And, yes, I have actually done my research this time, so it hopefully shouldn't go the way of the Film course at Glasgow.

Second time lucky and all that...

This has really lifted my spirits, actually. I was a bit down the past few days. Actually, I was more angry than anything else. Angry at everyone and everything for being able to do what I want to but can't because I'm recovering from major surgery and have an inflammatory bowel disease. But this news has made it all seem a bit better.

I might even start job-hunting soon. In fact, I might make a CV this afternoon.

In fact, no. That's taking things a bit too far.

Anyway, in other news, tonight I'm booking up for ten days in Spain with my two fabulous girlie pals, Elaine and Gillian. You'll probably find pictures of them in the gallery. We're heading off to Salou in June, which is going to be amazing. That's another thing I can't wait for - showing off my surgery scar in a bikini, and possibly wearing a cowboy hat.

I never thought I'd say this, but hey. Things are looking up!

Think I'll crawl off to bed now, this is ridiculously early for a night-owl like me. I have been awake since 6am. Not healthy. At all.

I must admit, this being an invalid thing is getting really boring, really quickly.

In the past week, I have:

• Watched all of series 6 of Dawson's Creek. And cried at the last episode. Again.
• Mastered the art of knitting. I can knit one and purl one like the best of them.
• Dabbled in a bit of cross-stitch.
• Watched a lot of Countdown, property programmes and relocation programmes.
• Slept a lot.
• Poked at my great big scar a lot (photo to come!)
• Been generally very lazy.

Looking at that, it would appear that I've turned into an old woman. Since when do 18 year olds knit? That's... Ew. Soon I'll be popping over to Gran's to share knitting patterns and so on.

There are up sides to being ill, though. Like you get a lot of presents. I have more teddy bears now that I care to admit to. I even got a very nice bottle of perfume from my old primary 7 teacher. How nice is that? And my room is a nightmare of cards.

All because I had 14 inches of my bowel removed. Magic!

I'm getting really bored of it, though. I can't wait until I'm feeling better and I can go out and get a job.

I can't believe I just said I wanted a job... I must be ill.

Anyway, I'm going to shuffle off (yep, I can't walk too well either. I am turning into a pensioner) and do a bit more knitting. I can only do straight things at the moment, so it looks like one of my many new teddy bears might be getting a scarf.

It's at times like that I really want to smack my head off my desk and ask myself if this is actually happening to me...