Goodness, how busy it is possible to feel while still having so many hours free and yet not seeming to get anything done in them - like staying in touch with ANYBODY!
<>I was looking at some old pictures and feeling deeply bittersweet. I miss you! My mum is right, you can’t have everything you want. The cake does indeed fall prey to the acid in my stomach and is no longer on my plate… And yet… it passes right through me doesn’t it - I never really had it at all… And yet… I built parts of my own body from it’s cells, I opened my eyes with it’s energy - so I ate it and it became me… And yet… I am the walrus…?
I am working in a tiny, family owned pizza restaurant, amongst good, hard-working, crazy, wonderful people, who I had intended to write a post describing, but find now that I am unwilling to do so. Not respectful somehow. And anywazy the dog needs walking. Abort, abort. Over and Out.