Can't shake this completely detached feeling. Think it's a combination of stuff - work finishing (it's probably a bigger thing mentally for me than I'm giving it credit for); being really full of cold for that feeling sorry for yourself/fuzzy head feeling; lack of sleep (the cold thing again); house buying but trying to not think about it; money (kind of dependent on what happens with the house); going to Oz and all that it entails (new flat (sorted); new job (not sorted); men (most certainly not sorted!)). No wonder it's all getting a bit much... maybe I should just take it easy this weekend. Now, how many times have I said that? Maybe this time I'll listen to my body. It's in revolt.