Greetings from the confines of  the duvet. Liberation from this Repressive Cocoon is not forthcoming. It has the Seductive Power to quell any Physical Attempt to break free....I have managed to release one leg which is left dangling, without purpose, over the side of the bed.

It has been a frenetic weekend of gigs, debauchery and gluttony (that's another Cardinal Sin to cross off the 'to do' list) which has left me wandering around 'Hangover Alley', beaten and penniless. OK, I might be overstating one's current state of being but today is officially 'Detox Sunday'. A day when a constant supply of still water will take precedence over food....once I've devoured the leftover Jerk Pork, downed my eighth cup of strong black coffee and had my nicotine hit.  (see 'There's only one way of life and that's your own. Anticipating the post gig munchies attack - Blackened Chicken and Jerk Pork' post)



Now, if only I had the strength and will to escape this bloody cocoon, my dangling leg is getting cold.

Love, peace and happy Detox Day

                                      Cluski