Well, I'm drained. Exhausted. Worn out. It seems like life is zooming past me and I'm just giddily spinning along.

I guess that's what happens when you don't do a stock take. Every now and then, I think it's important to revisit yourself and go, "so what's new, babe?". I think you start to lose yourself when you don't do that. And you lose it a little at a time until one day you wake up in horror, realising you don't know who you are anymore.

So yeah, you guessed it. I woke up in horror today. How methaphorically unglamorous. I could be really dramatic about it, I suppose. But who wants to read the rantings of a drama queen? Ok, I know some of you do but to be quite honest, I think a little bit of that drama queen has died too.

So what happens from here? I don't know but I suspect I need therapy. And it's gonna take a bit more than the retail sort. I'd like to just escape from life for a moment please. And if you don't mind, I'd like some tea and scones to go with that.