All I Have To Do Is What's

All I Can Say Is I've Been Lucky With My Body. Well Done, Little Body. I Praise It And Say, 'you're Very Good.'

I Haven't Got Purity, And I Don't Think I Ever Did. I Have Always Been, Even As A Child, A Very Decadent Little Person.

I Was Told That I Had Very Likely Been Clinically Depressed For A Long, Long Time, Probably Since I Was 15, Or Even 14. It Explained, To Me At Least, A Lot Of My Behaviour Over The Years.

I Serve Black Tea, Which I Call Froggy Tea. And I Have Green Teas And All Sorts Of Nice Teas. I'm Serving Tea All The Time.

I'm Alive Today, I'm Well, I'm Working, I'm Still Creative. What More Can I Say, Really?