Blecktttt.

Cold Monday Morning. The cold part doesn't help one bit.

Sometimes I feel like giving up on it all. "Okay, I tried the whole 'real life' thing and it didn't work out. Now I'm going to spend the next 6 months in bed. See you next year". Oh what sweet release it would be to not care again. But I am cursed by sweet things that insist on pulling me back. It's much easier to give up on yourself if others give up on you too.

I wish it would snow.

And why is the moon hanging high when it's light out?

My nose is tingling. It has been tingling all day. Physically tingling. It's not like a cartoon where there's an aromatic odor finding it's way to someone's nose and the nose starts twitching. There's no smell. I just have a tingling sense in my nose. Quite strange. Who knows, maybe it's falling off. I can be the new Tycho Brahe. He was Danish you know. Like Niels Bohr. And Kierkegaard. I'm just the latest in a long line of Danish... people.

I made myself a new guestbook. It's all ready to go. If signmyguestbook wiggles out on me again then I'll make the switch. The new guestbook isn't as nice. But if it actually works then that's a big plus, ne? Guestbook input is still unhealthily important to me. I feel less alone in the universe when people notice me. It's my way of scratching a big "PLUME WAS HERE" on the wall.

But that's it. My nose is still tingling. Maybe I have developed a spideysense like Spiderman. Trouble is afoot. *sniff sniff*

Hello sailor. Goodby reader.

np: soothe