Again
Am I really doing this? Sitting in bed with an ashtray nestled in my lap, a spliff in one hand, a pen in the other, notebook resting on my thigh Radio playing Stone Roses and Blind Melon, in this cardigan that I have now had for more than half my life and hair that still needs a cut. Again. Its natural, the only route to go down that's why I keep going down it. Even if I don't really believe in it. I'm still interested, fascinated and its the only area I have experience to build on and a will to continue. Maybe even a will to apply myself. Various me's are excited and hopeful others are raising their sad eyes and resting their sore heads and necks. The course has been pre-booked, the 'please give me money letter' in motion, the set texts written down and wished for from Amazon. MA English - you never know. Jane Eyre is on her way. The phone call to say I am probably not getting ESA must of spurned me on. ...