Politics at Scrum-Time.

I want to get stuck in your memory.

As you have probably all gathered from these assorted ramblings, I am a notorious idiot, famous for my inability to take stock of situations and turn fortune in my favour. They say that fortune favours the brave, and if they're right then it makes sense that I'm out of favour in all sorts of different ways. That sentence was sloppy. I shall up my game from here on out, you grammar-geeks. I do not need you breathing down my neck.

I have little to say today, other than that I have a splitting headache that has been with me from the time I woke until now, at 11pm. It's root cause is that I missed a couple of doses of my daily companion - the inscrutable and unforgiving Venlafaxine. Being on these little capsules is like being hooked on some kind of A-class substance. The withdrawals - even after only missing a couple of doses - are horrendous. I've come down and come off a few things in my time (read: I'm no hardcore addict, never have been and to insinuate that I am or was would be an insult to real addicts the world over) and this is worse. If this is the effect after missing two doses at night, but still taking the day time doses, then I hate to think what it will be like if I decide to come off them completely.

I can't think. This entry is average and I'm going to get out before I tarnish my reputation any further. I hope you all had something go right in your worlds today, and I wish you all sweet dreams. I must find a way to get around this brain-bending pain.

Is it you, or is it me?