I am in mushy, silly and slightly whiny mood. Sitting with a Cheshire Cat grin and rocking to and fro and nodding my head. Three guesses why!?!
Went to Landmark today. God I could swallow that place whole. One really can't be unhappy or bored for long when there are such things as books and bookshops in the world. The only thing I'm really single-minded about is my writing. Everything else I do, a tiny part of me separates itself to analyse. I criticise and analyse what I write, but I give myself to it wholly and naturally. Theatre comes close. It's such a kick-ass feeling getting into someone else's skin.

It's weird how a nice word or term of endearment from certain people affect me :)
oops Gestapo on the prowl.