I've been thinking of random things.

About the value of art of any form, for example. Is it worth anything, if what drives you is the want of doing it itself, instead of the want of showing something with the end result? In other words, is there a point in writing, if you have nothing interesting to say to anyone?

And is it strange to have had a three and a half years' relationship, including over a year's marriage with someone, without ever having had a proper argument? Yes, some annoyance, some minor sulking for about half an hours, twice a year; but no fighting, no yelling, no resentment, no great differences of opinion?

And if it's strange, should one just be happy in harmony or mull over it until one can find something to develope a fight over? Even if the only thing one can think of is the fact that one's husband leaves his socks in the living room floor (which one hasn't complained about so far, since one oneself leaves her own socks in the bedroom floor, which someone might argue could be seen as just as bad).

You should really spend sunny days outside. If only there were any nice places left in hometown for private sunny day enjoyment, I might.

And also I've thought, how one should never get horribly drunk. Especially is one os female and it happens to be that time of the month. And, how one should never, having gotten horrible drunk with one's boyfriend, decide to give S&M a go for the first time. And, how one should always make sure one's mobile phone, located in one's pocket, is switched off while having experiments of sexual nature with one's boyfriend, especially if the first person on one's speed dial is one's ex boyfriend.

Because some times ex boyfriends take it the wrong way when their ex girlfriend's phone phones them on its own and he can hear his ex pleading for mercy and screaming. And sometimes people who take things the wrong way phone the police, who can indeed find out a person's actual location from the mobile phone, using satellite technology.

And apparently it is an unpleasent experience to wake up covered in blood (because you forgot it was that time of the month) and very hung over, still tied to the bed (because you both got kind of tired in the end) to find you're being stared by shocked policemen who want to handcuff and take away your hung over boyfriend who they think has tried to kill you. And I'm told the explanations are embarrassing.

So I'm told (by a person who cannot face a police car without blushing).

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