It's 4.45am and I can't sleep. Same as usual. I wake up and head for the kitchen. Writing is the activity waiting for me right next to the warm baby-bottle, for I feel like a complete toddler again. Crying, hurting, complaining (see previous posts) but also smiling for nothing and enjoying this incarnation like crazy. What's going on with me? I have no idea. And the funniest thing is that I know that I am not the only one experiencing these weird fits of emotions and mood swings. It's a group thing.