Serious stuff (this generally comes out after a few beers drunk alone)

This all kicked off a fortnight ago, and the speed at which its progressed astonishes me. Also the speed at which I'm moving on. I now can't wait to get out of the house and into my new place.

I'm also feeling nothing - nothing - about the departure of my partner of 15 years. The majority of the grief and sorrow is focussed on first-born.

Surely I should be feeling something? Other than a slight wooziness and a craving for pizza.

I'll ask my friend Beer again, for He is wise and knows all. I may even request the opinion of a higher power - the Great Tequila (after first sacrificing a lemon or lime to His greatness)