Today's a dark day. That which I hold fairest is lost beyond hope of retrieval. Dramatic language but a dramatic day. The insanity pixies would have liked to reach out and take me on a day like today, to make things weird, screwey and a hundred times worse. I didn't let them. I didn't bite. As it happens, sometimes I suprise myself, I found a big reserve of strengh I didn't know was there and acted for once in my life like an adult and not a rotweiller that's been starved for a week.

There may be dark days ahead without direction. But I've got a friendship to rebuild with the best mate a chap could ever find in the world (no disrespect to all my other amazing friends). I can do that. I can be incredible when I have to.

Work still sucked though. The cough I picked up at the weekend has turned into the evil nasty throat from hell, which kind of kyboshes my plan to make an appointment this week with the quack about my lungs; not a lot of point having tests if that's sitting on top of the pile.