Not the mental fog, the real fog. It has been thick for the last four days. The head circus loves to play in the fog. Not being able to see much gives the brain a chance to really make stuff up.
Hallucinations have been acting up and not being able to see people coming has really been doing my head in. I wish the weather didn’t effect me so much. A few hours of morning fog is a bit nice. But day four is really getting to me.
I’m tempted to ask my sis to handcuff me to the belt loops of her skirt so I don’t get lost.