Don't Bring Me Down

Fuck. There, that seemed the best way to start this post. No, you might of guessed, things are not going that well at the moment. Things are ramping up a bit, it's like the end of A Day in the Life, you know with all the sound 'n' music ascending to the end there (or like Peter Davison's regeneration at the end of Caves of Andozani for that matter). M'depression is hardly easing up, quite the reverse rather and my OCD's setting in more. Not that it hasn't for the last 17 or so years, but I've usually been able to keep it more or less in line when out in the real world. At home it's pretty bad, but I usually find that I can just about manage it when out 'n' about. Not so much now though. It's been getting steadily worse for sometime now, each day is becoming more and more like an episode of Monk... without the murders though. Anyway, that's all for now, time to try and cope whilst listening to ELO or something.