Now here's a curious thing. I just took a walk up to our local hardware shop to buy a knife. It was going around and round in my damned head and I thought the only way to get rid of it was to buy the stupid thing. In order to discuss my requirements with the bloke there I had to throw up the facade of a normal, functional human being. Hell, I even smiled at him. They didn't have anything like what I was after so I left. But strangely, I realised I felt a lot better. I'm still feeling down, but that's a long way up from feeling suicidal.
I'm gonna go catch up on some reading now. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John Le Carre. Now I have some focus back I can make some headway with it.
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