But I keep on keeping on, because it’s better than the alternative. I slept half the day after sleeping all night. What’s that about? I am going to make my usual mistake and buy actual food to actually cook things this week. We’ll see how that goes. I made a plan, though. Plans are good.

Found out this week that my building is not as safe as it used to be, mainly because idiot landlord. I keep looking at the ads, but there is nothing I can afford or will let me keep Gertrude. And moving. I can barely move me, let alone move house. I long for an outside of my own, though. Even a small balcony, where I could just have a chair and some container plants would be fantastic. Fourteen years in this prison box, and counting. Life moves on, and I am still here. Not going to let it beat me though. No I am not. I am nothing if not a determined idiot.

Yeah, my desk does kind of look like this. I don’t, however.