I am totally wiped out this morning. Seriously, I think I might be typing in my sleep. I think it might have been because of my favourite branehate escape strategy - hide in bed - during the last two days, but that can't be enough to do this much. I have councelling later - wahey /irony - apparently I'm not crazy enough for a proper shrink, so I get the practice counsellor. Not exactly thrilled as last time I tried it, I either ended up franticly cheerful (and then crashing three hours later) or depressed and thinking about playing in traffic (for which Tavistock Sqr looks really inviting).