And it duly sunk. Feel a bit worse again. Mind back on old wounds and got a killer of a headache. Feel a bit spaced out and high for some reason but not in a good way. Doubt I'll be sleeping tonight but I must surely need it by now. When it comes I could be out for 14 hours. Feel both charged and knackered.

I'm tempted to spill it out here and release pressure but it's so god damn cringeworthy to read back and although there's an initial release - just like a confession I suppose - I always end up feeling mocked. I'm not pre-judging anyone here - I just know how being completely honest about the things that are bothering me later makes me feel. It's another rod for my back.

Maybe just detail the physical. Invisible vice feels like it's being applied to my head. Window wide open and freezing outside and my head is burning with thoughts. I've stopped praying to the porcelain gods so that's one good thing (although I preferred earlier when I was sick and not racing through nasty old pains with a killer headache).