I don’t know if it’s hormones, pheromones, the Australian taxation system, the fact that I drank too much last night, the heat, or a whole messy combination of the above but I don’t really think I could get more emotional if I tried. Not just emotional but anxious and so thoroughly neurotic that I feel as though my head and chest and arms (I don’t know why arms) are all going to explode. The best thing anybody could do for right now is to make me a cup of tea and make the whole rest of the world go away – possibly forever or, at least, until I next want the world to exist. If you know how to do this then please contact me and tell me.
If anybody wants me I shall be firmly inside the asylum, I’ve lost the keys to escape, and am busy winding tape around my head to prevent it from exploding.