If I need gallons of wine, handfuls of Prozac and industrial doses of painkillers just to get through the day, that can't be right, can it?
The last straw, by definition, is a tiny thing in the end, isn't it? Of itself, unremarkable. But you just know.
It's not quite the right moment, but the right moment is coming. Soon. After Christmas, after January. I'm in the departure lounge.
Right. Let's get something straight here. There are many different departure lounges. If it's departing to something more positive then that's good. But take care. There are people here who love you. Very much.
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