Now I know how Marieke Hardy must have felt when she reluctantly pulled up stumps on 'Reasons You Will Hate Me'. It's a feeling that I think is best summed up by the phrase 'too busy'. I could even have thrown a few extra 'o's in there for emphasis. Or I could have gone a different route and thrown in an 'l' and 'o' and made it a more original 'too blousy'... but I think the point (I have one?) would be lost.
I'm not saying this is over, but I'm saying 'Blog... you've served me well, and one day I hope to return, but right now I spend around ten hours a day practically handcuffed to a computer watching seemingly endless footage of strangers at dinner parties and choosing which parts of their conversation might be interesting enough to make it into a condensed twenty four minutes of that five hour dinner party, so I don't really need a creative outlet'. Exhale.
Maybe it's just the Mirtazapine talking...
