Yesterday I had one of those annoying evenings. The one where the head screams at you, pushing you down and this makes everything go down to the stomach. This turns you into a big ball of twine, the guts swirl and knot and makes you just want to curl up in a big ball and cry and sleep.

It doesn’t happen that much anymore, thankfully. Not like before when the mood was a killer of everything. The floor don’t break, it creaks a bit sometimes but there’s no freefall. And it’s always the worst just after having been away visiting friends.