LOON

I think I'd better apologise. I've been very irritable these last few days, and I hadn't even realised. I expect it's come across in my humourless moaning about bananas, breakfast and bleary-eyed mornings.

I am (sigh) an insomniac. I'm tired all the time, and because I don't have a really valid reason to be, I'm also guilty about it. There are no babies keeping me awake, no crippling debts or impending court-cases; I live next to a silent park in a quiet close and I am loved by the people I love (mostly). There is nothing to keep me awake.

And yet there I am, most nights, weeping at the ceiling, fending off those Four Giants and trying my best to drift into peace.

So, I'm sorry if I'm a cranky old loon at the moment. I don't want to be - I want to be fun, lively, extroverted and deep. Actually, I just want to feel like myself again, instead of a flaking effigy of who I used to be.