Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Everyone has an analyst, don't they?

I was hoping I'd feel more like Annie Hall, or at least Woody Allen, but all I feel like is me with a new pile of psycho homework and not at all like I live in New York.

Last week I had to practice not caring about things. This week I am supposed to 'try and sit in the grey area between decisions'. Unresolved.

Suddenly auctions are starting to seem sensible

Oh good lord how many times can a person get gazumped before they spontaneously combust?

Maybe I'll find out.