peripathetic

Yesterday I wrote this really long spiel about everything from estate agents walking around the house to crying in the forest to working out, taking a meandering path through the glades of trying to figure out whether you can tell if you're in love, and emerging into the stark and powerful sunlight of a glass of gin and tonic. But it all went to shit when I tried to post it, so fuck it, I'm not doing it all again because I can't remember how I phrased it all, and anyway I was drunk.

So anyway, reading for the day. Go here and here. If nothing holds any interest, write to the webmasters concerned. Don't think of blaming me; you won't find my email address anywhere. :o)