It's 9 o'clock on a Friday night. I'm home alone, and currently debating with myself whether to have another glass of nasty cheap red wine, or make myself an icecream cone made from mint choc chip icecream and You'll Love Coles...! waffle cones. I haven't been this pathetic in a long time, people. Actually, I'm quite enjoying this moment of wallowing. Wallowing in self-pity is totally like yoga for me. I can connect with the real Dawei, and get to know myself a bit better. I think I tend to lose myself somewhat. I mean, I'm intelligent and generous, so I can adapt myself to any social situation, and I notice my personality and behaviour can change to suit the role I'm required to play. The bad side of that is that I tend to lose focus of the real Dawei. And let's face it, I'm not getting any younger. I have to shave every four days now, otherwise my facial hair gets too dark and itchy.

Sigh. I'm just a pussy. WHY CAN'T I WORK OUT WHO I AM????

Ahem. Sorry, I've been reading too much Philip Pullman at the moment. All that daemon talk has got me thinking about "true" identity and shit. Eh.

Red wine, then ice cream cone.