Ever feel like you're going that way? I do lately. It's over a boy... I hate this. I hate being irrational and jealous and insecure. This isn't me.
I've been waiting for the phone to ring... funny, it never does if you're waiting for it to do so. I try to cheat it by turning it off, alas no calls. Le sigh.
I'm reading "White Tiger" -- it's the latest Booker Prize winner... so far it's quite entertaining. I think I'll escape into the Indian wilds (erm, the wild imagination of the author) for a wee while. Sleep should come swiftly if I know myself. Sleep is what I need; it tempers the crazy.