We've all been together here for just yonks, so you know that I'm not going to harm myself, so I think it is safe to say that I am feeling so low tonight that I can't see out of my shoe tops. The weather here is awful, about 6 degrees and fairly pissing down. I would bundle up and go out for a walk about, but my lungs hurt so I feel trapped inside.

I was just sat here contemplating calling the crisis line and tell them I just need to talk, no need for drama or the plod.

I took a Dementia test friday and am not pleased with the results.

I've been reading "Rendezvous with Rama" but got bored. I was thinking of pruning up in the tub, and may yet. Dinner does not appeal to me.

THEN, I found "The Ceilidh", I think Tammy's first story, and started to read that. Now I am set until bedtime! Thank you Shiraz!