Of course

Nothing warms the cockles quite like a sense of vindication.

That wonderful yet slightly sickening feeling when you have external confirmation of your suspicion.

The slight internal sigh of relief when you realize that it wasn't all in your head.

Proof of sanity.

Now the age old question, what (if anything) is to be done.


I'm very tired.
I honestly cannot remember a time when I wasn't tired.
When I felt awake,
alive,
coherent.

And on the rare occasions when I sleep,
it does little good.

My internal narrative has gotten a little strange because of it.

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, we all have an internal narrative, even if we like to pretend otherwise.

Mine sometimes tells little stories, ascribing interesting names to the strangers around me.

"Fatima the flatulent fairy and Fafhred the fumbling fucktard frowned forcefully at each other in the faded far corner of Frankie Foreskin's Falafel factory."

It's amazing the sort of crap you come up with when you can't sleep properly.

Wonder if any of it would sell...







On an unrelated note, I started the week shouldering the embarrassment of collapsing in public due to an ongoing health problem, taking a header out of a chair, face planting on the cobbles and scaring the shit out of the people in my general vicinity...

Things have only improved since then...

Gotta love it when the body decides not to cooperate,
makes things
interesting.