Weird how quickly time goes when you have a hangover. Is because you have so few thoughts: exactly opposite to when people are drowning, entire life flashes past and moment seems to last for ever because they are having so many thoughts.
Am assured, receptive, responsive woman of substance. My sense of self comes not from other people but from... from... myself? That can't be right.
Right, am not going to lie in bed being sad. Am going to get up and do something useful. Like. Um. Have a fag?
As it says in Buddhism: The Drama of the Moneyed Monk, the secret of spiritual happiness is not doing the washing up in order to get the washing up done but to do the washing up.
Self-discipline isn't everything. Look at Pol Pot.
H. Fielding, "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason"
Am assured, receptive, responsive woman of substance. My sense of self comes not from other people but from... from... myself? That can't be right.
H. Fielding, "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason"
Right, am not going to lie in bed being sad. Am going to get up and do something useful. Like. Um. Have a fag?
H. Fielding, "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason"
As it says in Buddhism: The Drama of the Moneyed Monk, the secret of spiritual happiness is not doing the washing up in order to get the washing up done but to do the washing up.
H. Fielding, "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason"
Self-discipline isn't everything. Look at Pol Pot.
H. Fielding, "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason"
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