"Day's like this
I don't know what to do with myself
All day -- and all night." ~F.Apple~

The 8.00 alarm goes off..
time for breakfast comes and goes.
... hmm, time to feed the cats.
what about breakfast.. right, better get some.
My 13.00 Alarm goes off..
hmm... So far I've only eaten 4 bits of DRI.
Ok.. so I put some bread in the oven and have myself some.. lunch actually by now.

I should really do...

ugh I am going to stop reading the non-add partner section as well as the parenting!

Every time I read that section, I get this punk song stuck in my head.
It goes:
"You're my victim, oh yeah,
my victim, oh yeah,
I'm good to ya,
but you're my victim oh yeah,
cause you like being one, oh yeah
My victim, oh yeah,
no matter what I do,
its wrong, it hurts you
My victim, oh yeah!"
Or something like that....

The Sacredness of Art

I was in a committed relationship for a number of years with a very skilled scientist, in his field of work; everything must always be under the microscope. Everything must be dissected by the power of 3, nothing is sacred in science. As an academic and scientist, he had to maintain a critical mindset. This was something he, obviously, brought home with him.

I, on the other hand am a very artistic person. Artistic people think with their heart...