It is currently 0515 (a quarter past five in the morning) and I have not been to bed yet.
My daughter (who is 22 months old) has also not been to sleep yet, which is why I am vainly looking for something to do at this ungodly hour.
When I look at my previous actions - including the fact that I had my daughter just barely past the age of 17 - I realise that I was a 'Dangerous Misfit & Social Rebel'. I did who and what I wanted, whenever I wanted, conscience be damned!
In fact, I don't believe I possessed a conscience until I was approximately 8 months pregnant.
I mean, when I got pregnant I was attending (well, mostly skipping) Year 11 at a Catholic secondary school. I haven't even attempted to pretend that I myself am Catholic for almost six years now. I will not pretend to be something I most certainly am not, and won't pretend to hold the belief of something I regard as ludacris a best. I am still somewhat of a misfit and rebel, although no longer to dangerous proportions.
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