Too weak to blog

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

Every so often, I crash, hurtling, into a brick wall. My glands go up, my head feels like someone has balanced an iron plate on top of it, my eyeballs feel like boiled eggs. I move through a low haze.

It's normally a combination of fret, too many nights of not quite enough sleep, obsessive work habits, and too much outside stimulation. My essentially solitary nature gets worn out, sometimes, by too many people, even when they are people I love.

At this point, no amount of caffeine, vitamin C, green soup, or iron tonic will help. The only thing is to go to bed. So that is what I have done. I have a pathetically low level of stamina.

Better tomorrow.