sorry, I failed again
Lunch wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Barely seeing each other helped. Haven't been able to eat much, stomach is roiling. Nerves, over this lunchtime just gone, over the flight, over the people-meeting. Depression, anger, bitterness, sadness. All contribute to the 'butterflies in the stomach' feeling.
Discussions with Gary a couple of days ago planted a seed in my head, and its growing. Of course I can't do much until I get my computer back, but the gist of it is not writing here anymore.
I can't write when I know your reading. It inhibits me with things. I can't do that.
So, name has been picked out, just hope no-one else has used it. (if you want to know where, well - just ask. *small grin*) Also picked a name out for a quiz-only diary. So as not to clog up entries with quizzes....
Indeed.
Not got much else to say. Need to pack the last remaining bits tonight, and have a shower and shave.
0 missing sheep. Will you follow?
