Today I feel a little better.  Not much, but a little.  In terms of actions, better enough that I'm writing this blog post from the sitting room, not bed, and that I have drunk tea as well as water.  I slept for a long time last night.  I knew that I wouldn't without the aid of a sleeping tablet, and I'm so glad I made the decision to take one, despite the fact I pretty much have none left now, and with the return of concussion symptoms, am unlikely to get more for a while.  Doctors are terribly sensible about these things.

I had a reasonably bizarre set of junk mail in my inbox this morning, all with subject matter seemingly directly related to my debauched behaviour of late.  Obviously that is not the case.  I haven't joined any mailing lists whilst I've been away, nor are any of the mail I mention in any way similar to anything I regularly receive junk from.  So, on the junk side of things, I had one about binge drinking and the regretful circumstances it unquestionably brings about; one from 'Christian Mingle' and how perhaps I should meet people in a safer environment, away from the terror of our current society (*I am not a Christian, but it is the content of their e-mail that made me see some sort of a link); one for a boots voucher, suggesting in no uncertain terms that perhaps I was looking a little older than my years due to 'lifestyle' (not so when it comes to ID-ing me, but certainly so when it comes to looking into my eyes and seeing what's gone on over the years); one from an accident claim company (I loosely related this to the slightly disturbing bruises I seem to acquire where-ever I go, in both the good and the bad states, and finally, to counteract all that these chance e-mails had made me question, an invite from a friend to another festival.  There's no such thing as a spiritual spammer.  There is such a thing as good friends, and there are definitely no festivals I can imagine I would turn down.  At least not any of the ones that people I know would suggest to me.  So there it is.  I would say that I have learnt nothing from the experience, but that is not so.  I've listened to the spam world, analysed what they are saying, and after some fairly long winded mental summation, I have concluded that I'm still happy as I am.  Of course, I don't really believe that they were sent to make me think.  The point is, is that they did.  The other point is that I saved some fictional money that I wouldn't have spent anyway reading my stars in some mildly offensive newspaper.  If something makes me think, whatever it may be, about how I live my life, then I welcome it.  If I hadn't spent the amount of time that I have analysing myself, I doubt I would have come out of things as well as I have.  Which could be considered a tiny bit frightening.  But let's not go there, as I have no more time for day dreaming today.  The real world awaits, and I have no choice but to face it again today.