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The art of being.

So I'm in the shower this morning and I have tthis idea for a column. Its called the Art of Being - and it has allsorts of topics. The art of being happy/healthy/sick/tired/funky/dreamy/unsidedown and every other word you can think off.

Why - why because I'm on weird medication that is fucking me up completely both physically and emotionally. Because I hate winter, and need creative projects to cope, and because hopefully it could be amusing. Because my life is strange and unstable and I'm not sure where to stand, how to act, what to do next, and wouldn't it all be easier to go hide under my green fuzzy blanket. I could call that the art of being fuzzy.

I'll put it up in my diary bits of the website for now :)

I'm sick of writing about my life, especially when there is precious little to write about thats happy or good. So I'll write about being.

I hope you enjoy.