Silent days.

You know something's seriously wrong in your life when your voice sounds all hoarse and scratchy while you're leaving a message on someone's voicemail at 8pm and you realize that's because you haven't spoken to a single soul since the afternoon before.

In my defense, I have to say that a) I had both an upset stomach and a nasty headache since Wednesday night and b) I had tried to fix some going out for Friday but it hadn't worked out.

So, I spent my time from Thursday night till this morning mostly on/in my bed (which also serves as sofa/computer desk/dinner table on these occasions), mostly online doing nothing of consequence, reading a couple of pages, sleeping, checking my mail, postponing all outings, playing a few chords on the guitar, sleeping some more, trying if my stomach would be okay with a bowl of porridge, playing a song on the piano, browsing some more, wallowing, dissecting the fine line between loneliness and self-pity and rewatching Billy Connolly dvds to take my mind off things. Never mind what things exactly, by that time I couldn't have told you myself. Nor can I now. What a waste of time!

So, for future reference

• Get out more.
• If you have a day to yourself, fill it with useful/satisfying/uplifting things. Do not, I repeat not spend it online browsing through other people's lives. Bad for your eyes, bad for your back, bad for your sanity.
• Never give in to self-pity if you already have a full-blown headache.
• Get out more.

Which I will. I'm meeting some friends both tonight and tomorrow. Woohoo! Well done, me! (What a gripping life you do lead...) And as warm-up exercise why not consider a stroll down to the shops? I hear that's what normal people do...