The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame.

Hazards of Love - The Decemberists.

One whole morning....wasted away.

4 days 'til Christmas. I, for one, can't wait.

"And all were not worth a passing glance, everything lied, stank of lies; they were all illusions of sense, happiness and beauty. All were doomed to decay. The world tasted bitter. Life was pain."
- Siddhartha. Hermann Hesse.

The sister is home for the holidays. Finally. Missed her. The first thing we did this morning was sit down to have breakfast ( Read more... )

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6 days left 'til Nov 27th.
I don't fucking know how it's almost been a year. Seems surreal. It feels like it was yesterday night that I was sitting in that goddamned awful place.