Yep it’s here; after a few weeks of autistic silence the words start flowing again. And I reached 2012. 46 more years lie ahead of me. Awkward but challenging. Each year with less turbulence and more control by less controlling. You know it has something to do with the flow of life.
Not the real Cyto; but every major actor has his stand-in.
Cyto will still be around coaching me through the last load of kilo’s. This weight loss challenge is on. And in my mind unfold Salsa, Flamingo and other delicious moves. Which reminds me of Britney Spears, who was a little past her due date on stage…Obviously having difficulty with her moves after rehab. Well I can’t say much about that because recovering is a lot like rehab; sucks too.
23:35 a good time to switch to my gossip diary and get some sleep…