Something bubbles up from my childhood. I respond by learning to play the snooker theme tune.

Well, I sent the text. Now, I am chilled, cool as a cucumber. Relaxed as...Actually I'm still a wreck but hell, I'm used to it. I've been sleeping normally for the past week or so, you know, waking up in the morning and everything. Normally that is, save for the sudden and unexplained recurrence of having strange visions before I fall asleep. This happened to me when I was a kid, about six or seven, almost every night. I'd see some odd things like a hand trying to pick up a sewing needle, and some huge pulsating thing with a doorway into it. This was accompanied by the feeling that I had grown incredibly huge and everything around me had become tiny. It was very similar to vertigo. I'd often get up in the night and sleepwalk down stairs, shaking like I was having a fit, my hair standing on end and babbling in what my mother described as an 'alien language'. So, I'm getting the wierd vertigo sensation again. I actually had it this morning while standing over this very keyboard: I suddenly felt like I was looking down on it from a great height. Odd. I'm hoping the night terrors don't come back. I think I've been stressing myself out too much recently with questions like: if I'd done something different in the past, where would I be now? And: where did I go wrong? And: how can I make things better? And: why are we here? What's the point in life? Where is it heading? What's the difference between a goblin and a hobgoblin? If a tree falls in the woods and lands on a squirrel and there's no-one there to see it, what is the gross national product of Bolivia? And so-on.
On a happier note, I can now play the theme tune to the snooker on BBC 2. This is no mean feat.