Ab bas sanyaas. Thubbity thubbity thwub. It's a sickening sound but pull harder, buy new clothes, seek new friends, sift through possibilities, the works. Deal is, however, that it's always at the reddest hour of dawn that the swiftest stamp of realisation comes, bang on target and vicious vicious, twice vicious, a wet thwub on the forehead with nothing to answer for and nothing to retrieve from. Wipeout. It's a legitimate issue, at least to me, but the good part is distraction. For the first time in my life I have lots of incentive, which is a novelty considering it's Wednesday and all. A weekend of being non-communicative, perhaps without camera, and I should be sorted. Cooker cake tomorrow.