Snowbound still

Today I am bulimic. Yesterday I was anorexic. If that's news to you, you'd better believe it's news to me also.

Now I know that I've got quite the svelte figure (if I stick my tongue out and turn to the side I look like a zip) but an eating disorder? Well that seems to be the concern of my dear parents. It's true that they are prone to jumping to one or more of many wrong conclusions akin to some manner of demented Mario brothers leaping from block to goomba to block. But this time they're missing the actual point, the bloody big mushroom brick in the room. Yet I suppose I can understand this current misunderstanding- I did eat little food yesterday. I do not mean miniature foodstuffs. I mean a minimal amount of regular sized sustinance. And it's also true that the first thing I did when I got out of bed today was throw up. As such, I will freely admit that such concerns could be well-founded this once. They're wrong, but it's understandable. The fact is stress has reduced my appetite and fuck knows what lost me my lunch. My diet may be unhealthy but it is nigh on unquenchable.

My hope was to venture forth, through the wilderness that Dublin has become, and get myself one or several drinks. The snow managed to put an end to that plan once again though. Instead I'm housebound and left with little more than my thoughts for company. Sadly, there's little comfort to be found in my head space at present. I'm afraid that while I am sheltered from the supremely whitened outside world, I'm a prisoner to the one inside.

All sounds rather dark again doesn't it? I'm sure it's not as bad as it all reads to be. We all get times when things get on top of us. Everything just gets magnified when you've got nothing to distract you from it. The snow is pretty to look at 'n' all but it's difficult when you've nothing to do to busy yourself. There's only so much I can do around the house. And now, nightmarishly, the power dims as I type. Without electricity I've got no distraction whatsoever and then I shall surely go mad.

Please Thor, do not take my sole remaining outlet from me! I'll be your best friend....there may be an opening