This is going to sound extremely silly.

Very, very silly, but at the same time, the explanation of it makes quite a lot of sense to me.

You're probably all going to think I've finally lost any sanity I had left...

On Wednesday night, I had a dream in which I had my hand around a small object in a fishtank. Every now and then the object would contract ( Read more... )

At the moment I'm sitting on the sofa. Eating the last of the cadbury buttons my dad gave me and looking out the window every now and then to see if it's still raining.

Spain is going. Not good, not bad, just going.

I like not having a hective routine (yet we still have to see what's going on). I also like being able to go to bed and wake up more or ( Read more... )