The princess and the fog

Not much to say this time. The usual; the oldest, grimiest stuff coming to the surface, me panicking and regressing, feelings of dread and terror. Yada yada yada.

No exercise, mucho food. Me fat. 

Huge overhaul of stuff in the house. Kitchen the filthiest it's ever been, yet I'm reorganizing, moving things around. Inside and outside mirroring each other. 

Don't know what else to say. It's moving, it's happening, there's a big fog in my head, nothing much is happening there. 

Just going through the days, eating what's easy, doing nothing much, staying home, floating every now and then - the only times I leave the house. Moving stuff around, watching DVDs with the cats, worrying about another neighborhood cat, ordering groceries, using Twitter and yeah, that's about it.