Where I am; what I am doing; where I am going.

Same thing really.
I have discovered a newfound love for plum jam. I am listening to Swedish pop. I am cold, but not cold enough to turn on the heater. I love watching cartoons. I have been told my animal totem is a seagull.


I don't even particularly like the sea.

But I can see the appeal. Wings would be pretty sweet.

It is 3:51 pm, but really 2:51 pm.

Who are we fooling?


I have the incredible urge to bite my nails.

RESISTRESIST

"But the Earl could not hear her. His eyes had lost focus, Fuschia dropped the cone from her hand and came to his side. 'What is it,' she said. 'Oh father! father! what is it?' 'I am not your father,' he replied. 'Have you no knowledge of me?' And as he grinned his black eyes widened and in either eye there burned a star, and as the stars grew greater his fingers curled. 'I live in the Tower of Flints,' he cried. 'I am the death owl.'"