I woke up in a fog this morning.

It took me two and a half hours to get out of bed, and now, twelve hours later after a long day of feeling that whatever I did, said, or thought was completely and utterly wrong and I’m completely and utterly useless, I’m ready to go back to bed.

The fog has been getting gradually thicker all day. This evening it was so dense I can’t remember how I drove home from Southampton. One hour and 60 miles of the M3 just went somewhere and all I could do was to tell myself it’ll pass; The fog will clear. It always does.

I’ve had ten days of sun and now it’s foggy again. Let’s hope this episode won’t be as long as the last one.

I’ve decided I’m going to write myself out of it… Or at least try… Be warned.