I've just finished "Man and Wife" by Tony Parsons. It was indeed a "one sitting read". It was indeed about "why we marry...why we stay and why why go.". It's like it put out so many new dials and indicators on my dashboard that I've got trouble finding the steering wheel anymore.

I've covered the part of Scrubs where JD and Elliot made and blew their relationship in 2 short episodes.

I've yet to lay it all out and think (read : analyse) it yet. (Army guys, think field pack inspection).

I've always liked to have it all nicely dissected, but I've grown enough to know that people generally don't like that done to them. (Physically or otherwise, ha. ha.)

It's like being flushed down the toilet bowl but this time you don't really mind (ok, you do but you bear with it?) because this time you want to get to know your plumbing.

It feels as if my head's turned into a CPU that's been thrown a 80-megabit problem that it can only take 4-kilobits at a time. (Ok, I'm slow, ok?)

So, excuse me while my brain runs like a wild hamster (there's really no such thing) on its wheel trying to sort it out.

Yeah. That's right, sort it out.