It's an interesting one this time, I have had a bit of a hectic week, deadlines, events and terrible food. I knew the Faeries were coming, yet I willful disregarded this fact as I plowed on with every conceivable activity which would anger the horrible little pixies and ensure a thoroughly exacting revenge on their part. However it hasn't come.
I have a headache, but it's niggling at worst. I have a bit of crazy, but nothing out of the ordinary given my week. I think anyone would be feeling a bit delicate and. I was not the only one looking like they had a hangover despite a lack of booze after Thursday's epic two events in one day.
So what is keeping the keel more even than one would expect? I have no idea. I am currently on a spa break, I might be inclined to put the current calm sailing down to relaxation and exercise. However the Faeries arrived on Thursday, whereas I only arrived here last night (Friday evening).
I'm beginning to ponder whether eating large amounts of crappy food the week before the Faeries arrived might have done the trick. Maybe they saw it as some kind of ritual offering. "Here have all the processed sugar you like, just please spare my sanity and the patients of those around me". Maybe the whole 'Faeries make me crazy' thing is a fallacy and I have been sucked into believing otherwise by the lies of popular culture. I guess that's another good reason for the blog, time will hold the answers to this particular question.
Of course I may have been spared the wrath of the Faeries, but the mighty and terrible liver may yet get me, I'm not sure Vodka, Faeries and Ibuprofen should ever meet, but then again before last week I thought that mini sausages and bacon dipped in melted Camembert would have repercussion, I stand corrected.
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