Just for a moment, there was a gap in the grey just above my house and glorious sunlight flooded through the windows and Matt was singing about the sunshine making a different shade around him and everything was Beautiful-with-a-captital-B. Just for a moment.

Now I am sour and bitter and behaving like an unfeeling post-coital male (sans coitus) and not bothering to reply to his many emails. Maybe I'll just go off and read Wuthering Heights - no wait, too romantic. I'll stay online and avoid the Gmail inbox.

Is MSN being weird to everyone else too?

<< Lately, my music has a different sound to show me. >>

th since 5th october 2001