Bottling again

I think I'm secretly more depressed about my mom's death than I am consciously admitting. I base this on the following facts:

• I am now living in squalor, allowing dishes to pile up and dirty laundry to spread throughout my apartment to the point where I fear I could be featured on one of my favorite BBC shows, How Clean is Your House?
• My personal hygiene has become alarmingly poor. I no longer shower every day, or sometimes even every other day. I sometimes go a day or more without brushing my teeth, washing my face, changing my panties, or putting on deodorant. I know. I am gross. I had been blocking out how gross I had become, but be proud! Since realizing this, I have now showered two days in a row!
• I have been coming up with excuses not to spend time with friends, preferring to stay locked in my apartment all day in a t-shirt and panties (sans bra), watching hours of mindless television, sitting in front of the fan to cool off, during this incredibly hot Fall.
• I haven't even had the ambition to try to beat the new Zelda on my Wii, one of my few goals for this past Summer.
  
• I have managed, despite having absolutely nothing important to do, to fall another month and a half behind on my thesis work. I have also been letting bills go unpaid and managed to forget to file for unemployment for a month. But I did get it reinstated on Friday. I'm trying to get better.

It's the bottling again, I guess.