Moods are strange things. The week has been odd so far- with most of the last few days taken up with non-stop travelling. I’m down staying with George’s parents, but I feel a bit discombobulated from reality at the moment. Again, I’ve said yes to a piece of work which means a rather scary amount of work for the next few days, and again, I’m looking myself in the mirror and wondering why I do this to myself. It’ll be nice to be somewhere and just stop- both George and I have barely stood still for the past few days, and we both seem to be sparking off each other in weird ways as a result. It always feels horrible when we do, and I know there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s like a beautiful mathematical formula that suddenly just refuses to fit together and causes a worrying mess on the page. I know we’ll be fine, it’s just been a bit worrying, and I don’t know if either of us are actually getting enough sleep. And tonight (Matthew…) we’ll be sleeping on an airbed, which should tell you all you need to know about how much sleep we’re likely to be getting.

I’m also going through weird phases of being terribly scared about stuff. I went to the doctor on monday about a condition which I think is stress related, and it always seems that everywhere you look there’s stuff to be absolutely terrified of. I never used to be quite such a nervous wreck. I think I need just a small break- enough to catch my breath, and relax.

Not feeling good, and some RSI-related aches in my fingers aren’t helping as I type this. Hopefully will be feeling better soon. I bounce back well.