Rubik’s cube

A part of me is busy listening to J play a Chopin Nocturne.
A part of me wants to puke my guts out because of the American hostages who got beheaded by the crazy bearded men.
A part of me is busy fancying Margaret Cho.
A part of me is pleased with a job well done this week.
A part of me wants to go get a needle and some thread to fix the gaping hole in my pyjama pants; I believe that my arse is visible.
A part of me wants to go to Paris at the end of October.
A part of me wants a stiff drink.
A part of me is glad to be alone.
All the other parts of me are busy missing her.