Thread hijack: I seek entertainment. This morning is slow. I usually rely on the investigative vein of my work to sate my hunger for conceptualisation and problem solving. I often think whether I'm going insane or not. Perhaps I've been too inward of recent times. I think I realised this last night. I'm sitting here, praying that communications are lost somehow so I can run off and solve the problem, but there's nothing. I don't know whether this is healthy or not. I want chaos so I can be the key. Looks like work has turned on me. It's no longer my saviour, but it's something else, like the girl you become enraptured with when you first meet her, but she turns out to be much more than you first anticipated.