Crap.
The only thing on my to-do list right now is to get my head down and grab a little shut-eye. I don't want to hang about. I found troubling in extreme yesterday, born out of exhaustion. Emotional exhaustion, perhaps. Looking at my phone, I have the feeling to get one power hammer or something grudge enough to crush my phone into tiny bits and pieces. If it's there in my palm, I'll always be tempted to turn it on, just as playing with false hope, temptation to dial certain numbers which at this moment I deliberately distract my mind to forget them. Well this way, the big fat sad pathetic temptation might be removed as I wish it could be that easy. It's a symbolic little act to be executed in the heat. And now, honest to God - I am checking my phone - to make sure it's still in normal state on my lap, miserably waiting for a phone call. WHAT? I don't think I have any real idea what I'm writing about. I remember screaming, long and hard, out in the...