I feel like such an omelette sometimes. We come out fresh and raw from an egg (ish), and then our worlds are flipped upside down every so often and experiences and time sort of... morphs us into something else. It's still the same stuff as what came out of the egg, but it's all... different. The same egg white and yolk.. but being fried (hehe) by experiences changes it. No one of us is the same as when we were born, are we? Change.
Hehe... I wrote this on the 15th of February 2008... and I've been flipped around a fair few times since then, in quite possibly every single way imaginable... it's funny to just look back on it five hundred and sixty nine days later... but not to worry, I like fried eggs. On most days, at least...!
