Writing is faintly a narcissistic activity, at least for me. When I read back on anything I write, I am always trying to capture the mood I was in at that time. Whats the deal with that? What's done is done and I know myself well enough to make sure I learn from my experiences. Is there really a need to dwell on past good or gory myself in old agonies?

Bloggy, I've been two timing you. I had a little diary I wrote in every now and then (less often than in you, I promise and not neaaaaarly as long). But I found myself reading it over and it was a faintly pleasurable exercise. As soon as I realised it, I was disgusted with my self obsession. So I killed that diary.

You're my one true love