I am feeling better now. I have warmed into the headlights of the possible ten-ton truck. I am embracing the uncertainty.
And all that hippy bullshite.
Nothing a double GnT after work & passionate Sex In The Shower could not fix.
And Mademoiselle Hardy is helping the situation by singing unintelligible lyrics to me. But she sounds happy enough. So I am happy enough. In one of my brand-spanking new tops. (Fck. Yet another one I cannot cannot bend down when wearing!)
Now all I need is government to get onto the phone line & gooi me a bone of good news. And I am all set for helping the little AIDS Orphan’tjies.
And all others in the greater Karoo area who are affected by HIV. Telling them how “it” should be done.
I don’t think I actually have come face-to-face with a person affected with HIV in two years. For work anyway.
I am sure there is some glaring lesson in that fact. But I am sure it is too blinding for me to see it.