"I will go down with this ship,
I won't put my hands up and surrender,
There will be no white flag above my door..."

Sorry, just not feeling well. The song's pricking me in the deep, dark place inside my head that the docs call Your Problem. I feel like switching myself off permanently. The weather isn't helping either; it's been fucking cold and damp all day. I hate that clammy feeling in my hands.

Anyway...I'll submit the third wallie today. Assuming I don't snap before that, of course.