"Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders."
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

No I don't want to forget her. This is torture. Have I lost her?
I dozed off in the second half of the Charity Shield the score tied at 1-1, eyelids finally heavy, the adrenaline finally wearing off, but it wasn't for long. I am awake again, the sky still dark, and with a horrid sinking feeling in my heart. It would be easier if I could just fall into a long long sleep and wake up on Friday but I am supposed to think, examine and reflect, which makes it appropriate that I seemed to have lost the ability to sleep.