Sunday, 23 February 2003

Down Sunday. I feel OK. Yesterday I didn't. I don't know whether the depression reasserted itself for a little while, or whether I was unwell. Tired, lethargic and only partly there mentally. It's like most of my non-essential faculties shut down, rather like when one is tired and a bit drunk. Words are hard to put together, actions clumsy, thoughts the same. The here and now isn't too bad but what happens 5 minutes' ago disappears into the soft-focus distance. I can remember OK what I did earlier in the day, but the mental images are more like visualising a narrative from someone else than remembering for real -- like when one reads a book and "sees" it happening. It might be the change of seasons, or the constant smoke pollution. I don't know. I hate those days. 2:33:58 PM    comment []