This is one of those horrible nights when I am too numb, tired and merry to express myself in an at least appropriate way, even if I feel the very urge to do so since several weeks. I do not wish this for anyone - despite being pleasant in a dullish and blissful way, it makes me more an animal than anything above. It hurts later, with a drawn-out, disquiet inner pain. I am becoming nothing again. And 'becoming' isn't even a right word for it. I am stagnating into nothing.