Pressing Pause

I've been trying to work out how best to address this, and all I could come up with, that wasn't too morbid and sad, is to say I've got what Holly Golightly called the mean reds, but unlike the film (or the book) I don't think it can be fixed by eating a croissant in the perfect LBD outside a world famous jewellery shop. I'm going to take myself off to the doctor's this week and see how best to sort things out. I can't believe this is happening to me again. Sorry for the lack of posts but I'm not feeling very inspired or anything right now.