Nothing much to do... Shrouding myself with (what I found quite surprisingly) comforting music from The Cranberries (Bury the Hatchet). I could almost feel each word coursing through every vein in my body. Hmmm...
Funny how music altered my current condition. Methinks there must be something to this "music-soothes-the-savage-beast" thing. Just a few hours back, I was a nervous wreck: I couldn't darn sleep, I had this god-awful taste in my mouth and I felt like my prefrontal cortex was throbbing. I got numbed feet and this creepy-crawly sensation pervaded my limbs. I didn't know what came over me. I got out of bed and went to the lavatory. I brushed my teeth for a third time and drank a tall glass of ice-cold water. I was quite refreshed when I got back to my room. I managed to wrestle my pillows to a good position in bed and got some shut-eye probably around 3am.
This morning I felt a lot better (after belting out a few chords). Well, better than before I got to sleep, that is. I think listening to music solaced my anguish and momentarily appeased the raging fervor I have somehow (unconsciously) nurtured.
It's a Friday. And, for crying out loud, I should be relieved that the weekend is just peeking around the corner... But I sense that this eoan episode of oddities is just a taste of other psychosomatic occurrences coming my way. And oh, what a looong weekend this will be... A looong, long weekend. Sigh.
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