Do I really really have to spell things out all the time? Sometimes you think that spending heaps of time with someone makes you in tune with them and them in tune to your thoughts. Guess again.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't one to practise subtlely and expect people close to me to clue on to my hints. I wish sometimes that I cut to the chase and spell out what I want. Maybe that would make my life easier. For me, at least. But then again, if I was like that, I wouldn't be me, would I?

Ah another of life's infinite dilemmas.

And it doesn't help that when I'm troubled I can't sleep. And I toss and turn while I fume and rage away in the tiny confines of my little little brain. Magnifying everything and churning through my thoughts over and over.

Damn sometimes being a woman is annoying.