Sprained brain

Mah brane it go splodey



Okay maybe not, but it does feel as it is going to explode at any moment. I am praying to the "Oh God" that this does not mean that my downward spiral has commenced and the ground is looming.



I am irritable

I am tired

I vascilate between love and hate, with a healthy sprinkling of disgust thrown in for good measure.

I am having to stop myself from asking people how *insert problem here* concerns me exactly. Sadly I think my ever expressive face betrays this thought even though I don't vocalise it. Being trapped for the entire day at the Hilton with a gaggle of gossips bevy of ladies yesterday did not help matters along. I would have prefered to have spent the day with my aunt.



I am quite sure that I am still just reacting to the anniversary of their deaths and that this is not indicative that anything else is wrong. In fact I am quite sure that this is no reason for concern, everything is just peachy cept for the sploding brane and I don't have to go running back to the doctor for chemical courage.