For some reason, I smell of fake tan.
I don't know why, I haven't used any. I don't seem to have used any real tan, let alone fake... How odd.
This weekend has been a hotchpotch (great word) of old friends, new friends, developing friends and variants of the above.
It has been a mish-mash of sunshine, ominous thunder clouds and spatterings of rain.
I have been thoroughly exhausted, fairly exhilerated, relatively placid and (right at the end) uncomfortably distressed.
But now I am a bit exhausted, quite a lot placid and not at all exhilerated.
Actually, that's wrong. I am a little bit.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more exhilerated I feel.
I have a bubbling of excitement fizzing around my insides. I'm not sure quite what it's about, why it's there, or whose fault it is, but I'm excited.
Excited about life. Yeah, man!
There are so many exciting things to come.
Many of which I have, as yet, no conception.
Which just makes them all the more exciting!
Come on life.
Let's DO it!
"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."