A filmy veil of entropy
Sorta. I have developed.. stuff.. lots of stuff. It's presently strewn about our apartment in various stages of prettiness. Or would be prettiness.
Speaking of would be. Happy birthday wouldbepoet ! I am sure there is some potential bits of pretty amid the chaos float that is my morning.
I feel guilty somehow at my desire to go to bed. Surely this means there is something wrong with me.