For the past few weeks I’ve had a high note – I think it’s an ‘A’ – ringing in my ears. I have a headache. Whenever I close my eyes I’m overwhelmed by a torrent of images and ideas, few of which I’m together enough to process. I sleep fretfully. I shuffle through the day. I’m gaunt, even more so than usual. I have no private space. My friends are appearing in clever Fringe productions and I have to keep turning down their invitations to attend. I’ve stopped making social engagements because I know I won’t be able to keep them.
Next week I want to do absolutely nothing and see no-one. I just want to sleep. I just want people to leave me alone.
