"And again we try, just to stay alive..."

Goodness gracious; I think there is a pressure change in the air, because my head feels like it's gonna burst if I move it too fast.

But still, I am clutching the opportunity to try and write. Try being the operative word in that former statement, because my inner editor evidently is an elusive creature. I had her securely trussed up, I thought, but now she's out again, carefully stealing my words. My habitual practice at this point would be to drug her out of commission with chocolate, but I'm also trying to save money, so that seems vaguely impractical.

Okay, time to go casually drop some important information.