These are things I could do without next year. Just for the record. Insomnia/heartburn/bad stress. Who needs that? Even if it does mean blog posts can run through your head at four in the morning. My internal Editor. Shut up, seriously. When in doubt, let it out. Just do it. Write it/say it/send it. And do a little dance when you’re done. Mail that consists only of bills. See Item 1. Anyone want a pen pal? Fear of turning 30. …
A few weeks ago, Sarge came home from work and caught me doing something. Something I’ve wanted to keep secret. I couldn’t stop before he walked into the office. And he caught me. I was reading People.com. I’ve said before that the only time I read gossip magazines is in various waiting rooms. I suppose that is a fib. But I’ve never really considered my website viewing actual reading. I don’t buy gossip magazines. Except maybe when I’m sick or…
This time last year, I was moving into my fifth flat in Glasgow. I’d lived there since 2006 and had five addresses. The reason I moved so much wasn’t because I’m fickle. It was because two of my five landlords neglected to pay the mortgages on the flats I occupied. And the secure places had lifts that liked to break down when I needed to go to work, or on nights I had tickets for concerts. During one particular breakdown…
