Please come and visit me in the institution. 
I swear it's getting worse. I was watching a trailer for a documentary tonight (I love em). About a girl who falls asleep spontaneously without warning. Ooh, I said to hubby, there's a documentary on about Necrophilia, I must watch that.
He laughed (no he did) and when he had taken a deep draw on his inhaler and finally stopped rolling about on the floor. He explained to me that the term I meant to use was narcolepsy. 
I'm losing it. I swear, I'm dead worried, or worried and dead or maybe just asleep. Who knows anymore? ...............
