The Mood-Pig

AARKHH!I've failed! It's coming back, I can feel it. Depression, or whatever you want to call it. That feeling that something is wrong all the time, when I cannot (or do not ~ whatever) do anything meaningful with the day. And I should. And my days are only like that, I only have empty days because I have made such a wreck of my life, and that is why I'm so depressed ANYWAY. Know what I mean... Vicious circles are nasty things.


So my life is in the piggery once more. I did write out a rambling old post on a pizza box, but it's too long to type in without constant credit top-ups at this cybercafe that will not take money on account and give multi-hour discounts. (I cannot function in half-hour or one-hour increments. Tried: cannot do it. It wastes time and is a big reason why many of my bloggosphere friendships wither due to lack of contact on my part. I cannot relax into it when the clock is ticking constant threats of disconnexion in my ear. No!

I don't think I'll be out of the piggery by tomorrow but you might get the typed up PIZZA FUNGHI box edifice. So beware! Have a cheery Easter (ie Passover) if that is what you do. When IS Easter, by the way? Good Friday? Easter Sunday? Or Easter Monday? I never did get that one...