This isn't fair. I've had a good day (ignoring a couple of calls from the s**t show back home) and I still can't sleep. All I can think about is coming to see you. Even painkillers, antidepressants and a fair measure of single-malt haven't knocked me out. I've been on my feet all day, no naps and minimal food. I should be out like a light. I still need the space or work provided, I can't achieve that on my own.