The Cycle of Life

It's Friday, October 17th. I have this on very good sources.

All is well at work. Making lots of calls - getting into the groove <Cuz I love to shake my groove thing>. 

My flat is starting to take shape, although I always hear Mum's ghost, like that of the chained Jacob Marley, saying; "Clean the toothpaste from the bottom of the sink, you horse's ass! Oooooooh!" (rattle, rattle.)

It took a while to get accustomed to not having Mum around. I think it was fucking awesome that we enjoyed living together for 2 years. 

That poor devoted woman.

But all of we forty-six year old children must eventually move away from our parents. This is the Cycle of Life, at least according to Elton John.

I'm drawing the line
-Porcupine Tree