…..that keep me awake at night.
Wedges – good or evil? Ditto babydoll dresses?
Where can I find a round house? I must live in a round house. Or octagonal, at a push.
Why doesn’t coffee taste as good as it smells? Not to mention bacon?
Do I ever accidentally hit on the right thing to say when I meow at my cats?
Is there anyone out there who actually feels as cool as they genuinely are? Or is the entire world made up of cool people who feel like idiots, and idiots who think they are cool people?
Why is it impossible to find the perfect shade of red lipstick? And why do I keep trying? And when am I going to clear those 2038 unused lipstick tubes from my makeup drawer?
What was the name of that blog, written by a New York girl who worked in publishing, had a wonderful turn of phrase, and an eye for striking photographs, had some problem with her feet that involved many painful operations, and had a drawing of a radish (beetroot? some vegetable anyway) with a face at the top of the blog page. And what happened to her?
The later it gets, the more surreal the questions. I really should try to get some sleep.