I've spent all day rational and conscious, aside from when I slept. The fact that I slept at all was amazing. Since sunday I've spent my nights in a semi-conscious fever delirium. My fever's gone down to almost nothing; my body is working again.
More importantly, I can think again, clearly, rationally.
Well, as clear and rational as ever I suppose.
I'm going to try to sleep tonight.
Failing that, I'll go for a walk and wait for dawn.
I've always been told that you should end things like this with a quote.
It gives it a bigger impact or something like that.
Just what that impact is, I couldn't say.
When you spend as much time as I did in a painful delirium, you begin to understand what a precious thing sanity is, however much you may have of it.
From George Orwell's 1984:
'How can I help it?' he blubbered 'How can I help seeing what is in front of my eyes? Two and two are four.'
'Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane.'
