In which the cupboard is bare…
still callow and dissolute sadly no longer a youth
In which I ruminate on self-actualisation.
In which I cheat and post a link to last year’s post…
In which I engage you orally.
In which I can’t name three things.
In which I impart wisdom.
In which I identify with fictitious emotionally disturbed characters.
In which I look at myself with an approving eye.