I have such an insatiable hankering for some wine and a cigarette. Those of you who know me will know that I gave up both these habits around six months ago. Therefore, I’ve tried to stifle my hankering with some tea instead. Those of you who know me will know I have a fondness for tea but that I also gave up that habit about six months ago too. Remember how those teacups used to litter the floor of my car? I don’t have a car any more, and so nowhere to keep my cups.
Well, giving up all three seems to be just too much. Besides, I’m only human. These are human vices. I understand their pointlessness and I will reflect on it but for goodness’ sake, I’m not superwoman…
I’m listening to Edith Piaf. Her lovely little vices took her very quickly to liver failure…
But, I needn’t reflect all the time. If I’m going to be downhearted whilst listening to Edith, I might as well slit my wrist in a warm bath right now! Hers is a lovely, uplifting despair or such a terrible jollity. I’m going to enjoy it.
Being sensible is devastating sometimes. I’ll just sit here quietly and wait for the time to pass; until it’s time for bed or until someone interrupts with an invite to the pub. I’ve already decided that to take up such an invite would not be sensible – there’s the toothache to consider, after all, and what of tomorrow’s party? Too sensible for words… how depressing…
Edith, pick up the pace please. I need you to inspire me.
I’ve just had my invite to the pub. Oh, sorry, sorry state of affairs. Until anon then...
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