. I think I’m going mad. Going home for the holidays most certainly does not suit me. It reminds me, albeit far too late, that I have yet mastered the art of dealing with my family (if indeed, anyone does, baring those who are convinced that they have always been well-adjusted, whatever that means). There …

. There is a design here somewhere. I am sitting in a Coffee Bean café, rain pelting outside. Afternoon gloom. It’s cold in here and my left eye itches. I’ve been rubbing my eyes too much these days, tired, lazy, too many words in print far too small. Starting to swell, could be an infection. …