The importance of being rubbish.

[smokingboot]

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.

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I could, and I think I should.

Though I am more social now than I have been over the last 3 years, I still find myself easily tired, almost reluctant to take part in things. It's something I am working on.