It’s 12 pm – moray earl is a fine name, and I am getting fat :

The inner epilogue or dialogue has started again. I’m just listening to- he is freaked out at what is happening to me.

My jeans are a little tight and my arse is not hard – it’s blubber, because I have not been walking.

I don’t know what to do with myself

I’ll just hav to stop eating so much sugar :

Addiction and I want a bourbon and coke badly – I’ve no wanted a drink for a month :

A place to test and be myself –

One cannot be anyone else