My brain is fried. Fried to a crisp.
Like a chip that has been in the fryer for too long and is now a crispy crisp. All burnt, crispy and crunchy. Yes, that's me.
Yesterday it was all too much and I broke out in uncontrollable tears. My mind was spiralling and I just didn't know how on earth I was going to carry on with this exhibition.
However, despite the fried brain, and with the help of Mr B calming me down last night, I do feel slightly better today.
All I want to do is curl up in a ball and go to sleep though.
Oh but its calling to me, I can hear its warm soothing tones beckoning me in.
Perhaps a little lie down on the sofa instead........