I feel very bad indeed. For some reason, sleep escapes me. It could be the smell of mothballs, it could be the alignment of my bed against the magnetic fields of the Earth, or it could be the week I'm having generally, but a proper night's sleep has proved impossible. I sit here a broken man. Tonight I shall attempt to sleep again, and with luck, tomorrow there will be a new Matt in this seat - refreshed, vigorous and alive again. With luck.
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