“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.” - Abraham Lincoln

"Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things"

What am I going to do with myself? (in this instance I mean the short term, since Billie is away, not in a greater existential sense). We all know how this will turn out (and I don't mean badly, more likely ,er... in a less than remarkable way). What sort of noise suggests unrelenting boredom? Hmmmph!

(It's the next day - I never quite finished that post) Yes I've just wasted my days off, as predicted, I sit here slightly intoxicated, with one more day before I begin my night shift - dread, dread, dread. It (nearly) always amuses me to read back these alcohol inspired posts, although to be honest this one isn't really doing a lot for me! Alcohol, these days, just seems to make me tired rather than lifting my spirits (I know its technically a depressant), probably guilt I suppose!

“I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wild of life, without any direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on the world to which I have little relation” - Samuel Johnson