Don't ask.
Paris was fun. He's a lovely one. I always get the lovely ones. Im lucky that way.
Im sure france is trying to kill me. Skiing injury, boating accident and flying off bicycles. Masochistic me still loves her though.
The new academic year has started. I'm not ready, don't think i'll ever be, but hell. Things need to be done, right? Opportunities are rolling in front of me like shiny penny falling from a careless pocket, but i can't seem to catch them. Im too scared to even try.
I hate decisions. Especially important, ambiguous ones where it's not clear what i should do.
hm.
it's a getting older thing, isn't it, this worrying about things out of my control?
Gargoyles are an interesting concept.
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