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.