I confess, I grow quite jealous of you smothered and snoring as I sit over my first drink of the day. It was not even 5.30 when I woke up having dreamed of orange sorbets and lemon syrups, fastastical thirst-provoked dreams. You know how it is, blog. You understand my rhythm.
Something went wrong.
When did I start living off of take-aways, eating pork, downing cider and mixing my vodka with real coca cola?
I don't even like dairy. Why am I eating things I don't like?
I miss excercise.
I miss being able to spell..
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