it's probably all part of the same thing

but making the moves to climb out of your dark pit of despair is feels as bad as just sleep walking through life because of it.
The idea of talking to some body about it all doesn't sound at all like a thing of release and wonder now that it's finally approaching.
Dodo has suggested writing myself some crib notes so i don't miss anything and consider the whole event as a massive vent.
I can't shake the feeling that might well lead to me getting a nice jacket, with special straps that fasten on the back.
Still though, as with everything, i've got to start somewhere.
Although i have to say that i think a few months unwashed under the duvet sounds nicer