Awake in the middle of the night again.
I think about all the daft things I've said and done, worry about the world going down the pan (which it bl00dy well is, judging by how we've suddenly become a police state this year) and whether there will be anything to live for ever again. Sometimes I get health anxiety, although not about the virus because I think I had it in Jan/Feb. Other times I worry about losing the friends I don't see any more, or about the things I should've done that day, but my MH is making it harder and harder for me to get going.
Not going to open the can of worms about the silly TV shows again. With hindsight, can't believe I lost my head to the point of posting that, especially on a night when I hadn't drunk anything stronger than Vimto (and not the cheeky variety). Realised when I saw your post that I'd screwed up and there was nothing I could reply that wouldn't result in problems for me. Denial, whether truthful or mendacious, would lead to a guessing game of what I was talking about instead. Confirmation, whether honest or a fib to stop the aforementioned guessing game, would lead to unwanted attention from people with that particular predilection. Therefore decided the best course of action was to let the thread sink.
The song 'Nocturnal Hordes' is by Primitai, an excellent young metal band who don't get the attention they deserve.