February 10th, 2005



Constantly moving, it seems. I would have had the third part up last night, but having got halfway through I realised that I'd not actually got any of what I wanted to do into words.

Given that my situation is likely to remain chaotic throughout the weekend, expect nothing intelligent from me until Monday. Or, if you usually expect nothing intelligent from me, expect nothing until Monday.

My head's a fuckingdynamo, I tell you.