The brain chemicals are telling me that the doom is coming. Doomy doomy doomy. Doom doom. Probably because I have quite a big work meeting tomorrow?? Doomy doom. Doom doomy doom. That misplaced sense I have done something wrong and I can’t remember what, or I’ve missed something, and tomorrow they are all going to gang up on me about it. Here it comes, the doomy doom. And also because I had a minute of free time for a change and so instead of yay relaxing, doomy doom. Blorbo - help me sleep! This time tomorrow all will most likely be well. Doom. Doomy doom.











