I have a tick. Not the bloodsucking variety, but the variety that you develop in order to cope with some particular stressful circumstance. I recognised my tick today, tipped my hat to it, when I connected two unrelated events and leapt wildly to the conclusion that mine is in fact a bona fide tick.
First someone said: "You're very attached to your iPod of late, aren't you?" I looked up at him, and askance (he's very tall you see, and he was standing to my left) and said something brilliant like "Am I?"
And then a bit later while I was making tea or something equally mundane, I had a rare-but-becoming-more-common-yet-perfectly-understandable-given-my-personal-circumstances mood crash...and the first thing I did when I got back to my desk was select a playlist, pop the little white pips into my ears and sink into it.
Music, my drug.
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