Hey, It's OK:

// To talk to your pet more than people some days.
// To not want to drink.
// When you have a bad day. Punch tomorrow in the face.
// To 'forget' to dust all those little bits and bobs you probably should have thrown out ages ago.
// To eat sweetcorn from the tin... Despite what your Mother says.

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Therapy Of The Fruity Kind

I didn't realise it at the time, but an afternoon, with my chum, fruit picking (and eating) was exactly what I needed. It's quite humbling, you're in this vast space, surrounded by hundreds of plants that do nothing but sunbathe and grow. Then some little bugger picks them and takes them home. Smoothies, jam, cake decorations... Or three kilos of snacks. I suppose there are worse things to make you feel sick.

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On Being Just Where I Am

It's 4am and that's the only way I can justify the madness of this.

I'm a little sad. But in a mostly sweet way. 

It's like I'm about to turn a corner and my right foot has hit the accelerator, but the clutch (under my left) just won't come up. It's ripe and scary and good and I can't afford to stall.

I'm suspicious of the corner, I don't trust it. I can't reverse back around this one. And I don't know if it'll be enough.

And that makes me a little sad. But good sad. Because I think it might be enough. I hope it will be.

So I'll lick my lips, taste the sadness and give thanks for its peculiar flavour.

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