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And with a glass of red wine comes a sense of peace... even though a hula hoop that I ate was burnt to carbon and the taste of that has left me scarred. The wine is an attempt to remove the taste of this burnt offering but, sadly, it is not succeeding even if it is helping to numb the senses.
And, all the while, so many ghosts... so many resurrected ghosts... so many memories of longings past... this day was a day of seeing people from the past. A certain element of joy followed by a cross-examination in an office I shall soon grow to miss. Text book vernacular and corporate jargon are often our close companions from Monday to Friday as we all wish our lives away in waiting for the pathetic weekend. The weekend arrives and then what?
Smile... smile... smile.. its not so bad.