The importance of being rubbish.

So in the course of the next few days, I'm pretty booked up for stuff to do. There's the introductory meeting for new Green Party members, and a friend's birthday party a couple of hours after. Then there's a friend's get together on Saturday followed by a pagan event on Sunday - the same event I said I would speak at, and then declined. If I don't turn up at all, the organiser may never speak to me again.

But I feel vaguely yuck.

I don't know if it's psychosematic; I'm not a particularly political creature really, but I have been incredibly alarmed at what's happening in Blighty, so I chose the Green Party as the closest in alignment to my own views. I am now so uncertain of that, the very idea of going gives me a headache - seriously. The moment I decided that I could attend neither the meeting nor my friend's party after, the headache started to subside.

It's not a good sign.