Urg. My brian needs rewiring so I can sleeep. Rain outside, still not cold enough to make me smile. Train tickets have arrived, taking me back to Norwich this weekend. Dreamt last night that Mum was pregnant. Restless. Woke to find a text from Lloyd saying he’d be ok. Restless and concerned. Meant to phone mum last night, sidetracked by Thundercats (yay Mousey!) which I fell asleep to. Rain falls. The earth is wiped clean. Later there will be sun as I cycle to work, but not now. B5athon fun. Doodled a bit on piano last night. Haven’t done that in ages. Am tempted by the idea of writing (or attempting) a grown up piece for piano and strings. I have music inside that I should really let out. Too stressed about other things. Brian Haw is in court this morning for breaking the SOCPA conditions imposed upon him. Was my stepniece’s birthday yesterday. As well as the anniversary of the US attack. what a fabulous date to be born on... Almost sussed something out at work. Not quite but almost. Will finish today. Something feels broken. But I always feel that at this time of year. The sun, yesterday, was far too hot for September though. It’s all coming apart. Maybe I’ll bury my head in more and greater fantasy until I can’t feel the buzzing of the real world.