I'm entering one of my busiest periods, to date, of the year when I run around like a demented chook, with my brain going a million miles per minute, eating lollies by the handful to give me that false spurt of energy because I'm surviving on very little sleep.

And here I am, for the next two weeks, without the presence of the one person that never fails to calm me down and bring me down to a more "normal", functioning level. The one person who makes sure I get it all out of my system before allowing me out in public again.

P's in Queensland, soaking up the sun, till next weekend.

Bah.