ribbit.

Good morning.

It's 1:20-something am.

I have half a glass of Schweppes Blood Orange Agrum. What breaks my heart is that whilst watching Criminal Minds and ignoring it, it has lost it's *fizz*, left a dry taste in my mouth and therefore the only reason I have to finish it is simply because of what it was.

Oh how subtly this represents a situation in life I and so many others have so often come across. You discover something good and exciting in the fridge of life, take it out, half-use/consume it, get bored, distract yourself with something else, then feel sad when you realise that while you've been distracted, what you previously got excited about has lost it's *fizz* and the only reason you'd keep it is for what it was, the memory of the excitement you felt when you first discovered it.

I'm thinking of purchasing a few small green tree-frogs to keep in the study. But I shall leave the idea alone until I'm certain it's not just one of these things that'll lose it's *fizz* after a certain amount of time or effort or money.

Over and Out,
=that gen person=

"Once upon a time there was a bear and a bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the bee collected nectar from morning to night while the bear lay on his back basking in the long grass. When winter came the bear realised he had nothing to eat and thought to himself 'I hope that busy little bee will share some of his honey with me.' But the bee was nowhere to be found - he had died of a stress induced coronary disease."
-Banksy