I walked out on my partner tonight. Only for half an hour, mind. I took a short stroll to the nearest pub and then thought better of phoning my 911 mates and telling them I thought my partner was a government plant.
That's what not sleeping does to you. Seriously, though, does anyone know how I can manage to co-exist peacefully with someone who will not say more than ''there's something suspicious going on, but I can't believe that they murdered their own people'. And he read Modern History at university.
Sorry, Will (that's not his real name).