So I had a couple of days’ respite. I spent the time letting
the world pass me by while I found solace and solitude soaking
myself in a couple of books whilst listening to some CDs.
Watched a couple of DVDs, went running and actually tried
sleeping too. I’m beginning to grasp the concept of sleeping at
night again. I then began contemplating. And everytime I do
that I get nauseous, constipated and introspective. Enter
the epiphany machine.
Monday came. It then occured to me: I’m still not over it
yet.

I should do the above more often, i.e. take some time off
to smell them daisies before I start pushing them up. Life is
usually half spent by the time we figure out what it is.