It is most bewildering

For a change, I thought I might talk about aspergers and its ugly sister, depression. My mind is working lucidly at the moment, but I will try and be as concise as possible.
I slept a lot yesterday; 9-10am, then 12.30pm-4.45pm, then 6.45pm-9.50pm, then 12.30am-8.45am. I realise how exhausted I must have been. One of my recurrent dreams came back, where I am trying to get a (non-existent) bus from the village by where I grew up, to London. I am with other people. We experience problems finding the bus stop, understanding the timetable, are unfamiliar with the route, and don't know where the bus terminates. There is an atmosphere of foreboding. I have never realised it before, but this is describing aspergers, with all its array of uncertainties and misunderstandings. It is hard to make an informed decision or choice (see Archimedes, above), and one lacks foresight.
I will give you an example of this. My current circumstances are a bit tight, but just manageable. Last Friday I had a letter from my landlords, advising me that I was a fortnight late with my rent, and unless you pay.......etc. I was devastated. On top of all my emotional distress, my mind conspired to convince me that I was going to be evicted from my flat. My mental anguish was cruel and unforgiving, and hounded me both day and night. It took me until this morning to realise that all I had to do was to give the landlords what I have, and the balance on Thursday, when I get it.
When I woke up this morning I  had a black coffee, as the milk had run out. Then I went to the supermarket to get some tobacco, which had also run out. Yes, don't laugh, I was standing there gagging for a smoke, and there was a babbling lottery wanker in front of me. After I'd been served I went outside and had a fag (bliss) before going to the post office to get some electricity. It was thronged with Gustave Dore-type shadows of people. I'm sure I recognised some of them from yesterday. I waited in the queue for a bit, but couldn't stand the inability of people to stop yacking and leave the counter, so I went outside for another fag. Outside, three herberts stood uncomfortably close to me. I panicked and legged it down the road, mindful of the rent money I had in my wallet.
After paying the rent I came home, and am now enjoying a nice cup of coffee and a fag while I write.