All the junk that he wrote. The whole fucken lot right up in smoke.

Bored absolutely shitless. Please comment with a subject for me to pontificate upon.

Life is much more closely resembling an obligation than an adventure, in that I could spend 36 hours out of every 24 doing scheduled things without actually being awake or present. Time to plan a really good midlife crisis. Suggestions welcomed for that too.

Update: Of course, the ups and downs of going off and back on the DRYED FRORG P½LLS could be making my mood tetchier than it should be. Ahem.

Hi, honey, I'm homo!

Tonight I got home from work and redcountess had dinner ready for me. This is the first dinner she's been able to cook in three years.

:-D

The night is filled with the high-pitched screams of brass monkeys, so arkady will be staying over again.

:-D :-D