Today was spent in taking it easy mode. Given the level of discomfort I’m experiencing, this meant not even being able to focus on the Hicks interview or make a good stab at catching up with the mail that’s come in response to Secrets & Lies during the last couple of weeks. I knew that the low level pain was going to stop me from even curling up and giving The Guardian and the backlog of comic books any of the usual in-depth Saturday attention. Most of the time, I gave in, followed the official advice and rested up with Xfm and Radio 7. I didn’t even have the energy to be angry over some of the emails that I found in my inbox.
I did however, shave off the beard. Given the comments in hospital about looking like Jesus given the length of hair and beard, it had to go. Besides, facial archaeology is always good when you are feeling several shades of crap.
I had some straight talking from Surreal Girl last night during a Messenger chat. She thinks that writing the book is just delaying the inevitable crash. I’m terribly scared she might be right, but I don’t see other strategies for coping.
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