So I’m single again. Life is crap. I have suspicions about something else that I’ll check later that could mean it’s ironic as well as crap, but hey. Really not sure what to think about anything now. Really wish things’d been different. Really wish I’d not fallen for someone so much...just for once I’d like it to work out ok, but it hasn’t and I feel shit Oh well...back to the drawing board... Have a beautiful song about pain: A Coral Room There’s a city, draped in net Fisherman net And in the half light, in the half light It looks like every tower Is covered in webs Moving and glistening and rocking It’s babies in rhythm As the spider of time is climbing Over the ruins There were hundreds of people living here Sails at the windows And the planes came crashing down And many a pilot drowned And the speed boats flying above Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? My mother and her little brown jug It held her milk And now it holds our memories I can hear her singing “Little brown jug don’t I love thee” “Little brown jug don’t I love thee” Ho ho ho, hee hee hee I hear her laughing She is standing in the kitchen As we come in the back door See it fall See it fall Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug And the pieces will lay there a while In a house draped in net In a room filled with coral Sails at the window Forests of masts Put your hand over the side of the boat Put your hand over the side of the boat What do you feel? /-- Kate Bush/