I feel confused and down.  Down because I'm confused, confused about why I'm down.  In a way I have no business in blogging because I don't know what I'm blogging about, yet at the same time I need to blog to attempt human contact and to try to get this restless, irritable feeling out of my system.

Confused?

I don't think it has much to do with filling in my tax return, despite saying it had in the last post.  My little crisis is more about things beginning to go right for me.  That's scary.

Also it's the anniversary of 11/9 (surely, after 7 years, we can be allowed to write the date the right way round?).  And that affects me for purely personal, private, selfish reasons.

You see?  Even when I do understand some of what's going on inside my body-mind, I'm not willing to disclose it.

And the chair I'm sitting on is incredibly uncomfortable.

I wish I could say it was my time of the month - though if I'd ever had such a thing, by now I'd be past the menopause.