There's more to hate about it than like, don't you think?
I hate having to ask for it.
I don't really care about not having it.
I don't understand why some people love it more than anything else.
At the moment, I feel I'm poised in quite a precarious situation, like the position the Karate Kid held just at the end when he was about to make his amazing kick. Up on tip toes, on one leg, hands doing something fairly elaborate. Yet I'm sleeping at night and I'm not depressed or worried or anxious.
Requests to the universe (you never know, it might help):
1. please, no more heavy downpours until we get the roof fixed in St Kilda
2. please, assist Ali with his business in the UK so he can send me $$$ for what needs to be paid for here
3. please, let just the perfect amount of schools in Melbourne think the new business is one they absolutely have to work with
That's it, not very much is it?