While we were still in Ireland Hayden gave me a terrarium so that I could catch some of the things I kept finding in his garden. Catch them and keep them a short while until I could show him and try to impress him with my geeky bugness. I think it's really because I complained so loudly that the pygmy shrew got away before I could show it to him ( Read more... )

Today always seems like a bit of a weird day. I'm saying today but really it's already tomorrow, but just pretend ( Read more... )

I woke up at some ungodly hour this morning and was unable to fall back asleep. That's been happening a lot - the waking up early. Obviously I'm terminally ill, because I'm the bloke that always, always sleeps until at least one, unless someone drags me out of bed before then. In any case, I managed to find the bathroom the next door over, and ( Read more... )

You're doing it now just to spite me, aren't you? When I opened my inbox there were eleven messages. There are now thirty-three. *shakes fist*

I have been having a lot of trouble putting my thoughts and feelings into words lately. Not just here, either, but in my paper journal where it's always safe to just ramble off. No, I'll sit with a cup of tea, my favourite pen and the journal on my lap, and I'll get out a word or two: "Happy." or "Good." or "Lost." (don't say it), but that's all ( Read more... )

I will never fail to be amazed at the range of human emotion, at how many a person can go through during the course of a day. Starting here at sleepy content, going through the scale only to end there at the same spot. I think yesterday I must have gone through at least a hundred different combinations of them ( Read more... )

Rudagga, turnip head; I'm naming my next kid Zuccini. It has a nice ring, hmm? Masculine or feminine. No, what are you laughing about?! I'm serious!

Have you ever woken up and wondered where you were? Of course you have. It's usually a result of too much alcohol or drugs or some brilliant mix of the two the night before that results in a panicked wake in which you question too many things ("Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck is that?! And where the fuck are my pants?!!") in a language so ( Read more... )

Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are up above the world so high; like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are.

I didn't realize how short that song was...

P.S. Shrimp?

I've always considered myself to be a live for the right now sort of bloke; no looking back, no worrying about tomorrow, just go for right now. I suppose it's that that gets me into trouble so often. It's a bit of a reckless way to lead a life, but it's always worked out for me, or until recently. About the middle of December things started ( Read more... )