So, yeah, birthday. I’m kinda taking the day off. There will be talk of art and shows and tasty, tasty cake on the morrow.
And books. I have been doing thinky and longing things about books.
That should come a surprise to no one.
I’m also having the worst fit of having-gotten-into-something-that’s-making-me-itchy ever in the History of Everything.
Courage and cake.