If only I was good at D.I.Y.

I promise, well ok, I just hope, that I will have lighter things to blog about soon. Maybe I'll return to ranting about my fictional sex life?

I still remember an English teacher explaining the meaning of the word 'epiphany' to our class. I think I had one this afternoon and I feel much lighter for it.

Although I'd like to dress it up are something more profound (I wonder if that worked?) I think that I basically decided to become more selfish.

All of the major decisions taken by both my adoptive and biological families have been beyond my control. I often complain about the fact that no-one in my family (families?) listens to me. I don't think that they actually don't listen to me, it's just that all of the social accounting has rendered everyone involved rather impotent.