Out of It.

I’ve been feeling stressed all day today – debilitatingly so. I’m allowing a substantial – though not, to most people’s perception I suspect, desperately serious – problem grow into a monster of epic proportion, and I don’t know how to defeat it. I fell asleep at the computer and woke up feeling ill in a way that’s feelable but impossible to describe, and was more than a little inclined to go to bed at 10.30 without even a drink. I think I was about twelve the last time I did that. I resisted the urge, and here I am an hour later, still capable of writing bad English.

Here endeth the explanation for today’s empty blog.