There's this one woman in my office who, whenever something ridiculous, unjust or frustrating is mentioned in her presence, commits the unjustifiable sin of saying, 'Well, that's reality, get used to it.' You know the person I'm talking about: the one who has resigned his/herself to the negative side of life. Possibly one who marched against Vietnam or something like that, and concluded that their say doesn't count. The one who has resigned themselves to their lot, and doesn't believe ...

It's not really that bad, but my 22nd birthday is coming up, and that signals the end of my excuses for frivolity and general dopeyness. People will now expect me to behave in accordance with the unwritten rules of the emotionally suppressed and boring It's hardly my fault that I'm a bit daft. I am suspecting that I actually have fibromyalgia, because from what I have read, there are some strong correlations between problems that I have been having and fibro. Anyway, that's not the p...