It is really weird the way that I feel at the moment.

I have a relatively small ration of energy each day but when it runs out I don’t feel tired and need to go to bed, I just sort of inhabit this strange world where every thought, idea and experience happens from behind a sort of fog made out of apathy.

I was supposed to be in Leeds at a party this weekend, but it would take more units of effort/energy to even get there than I have to spare. I’ve only made it into work consistently because I just have to walk for four minutes to get there. Buses or longer distances would have been too much to cope with. I could get to the party, but by the time I’m there I’d be sat in a corner having to concentrate to focus and be mostly unable to even follow a conversation properly, let alone join in with one.

I hope my metabolism starts working properly soon. This is at least ten kinds of mad, terrible rubbish.