To begin

Right. So I've been intending to start a blog for a while now. Now I have. Why? Because when I write things on my list ticking them off makes me happy. That's a weird sort of person I am. Ah well, nothing anyone can do about it. except me, of course. And I don't want to.

I'm in a swap at the moment that needs me to be gaimanly-crafty. No small feat you understand (assuming that you've read something he's written). Was having a pretty thorough mind block at around 10 this morning and now I'm full of feasible ideas. Which is important. And quite different from being full of excellent ideas of other varieties. The point is that I now know what I'm going to make. I even have a list of things I need in order to make the things I intend to make. The world makes sense again.

I'm not doing much in the way of study at the moment. Which is bad and wrong of me I'm sure, but I don't really think so and even if that were true I wouldn't really care. Don't you have times when just breathing, walking around are enough to give you a strange sense of contentment mixed with despair? I do. I'd quite like to finish my thesis though. If for no other reason besides that once it's done I never have to do it again.

Hug that thought to sleep little bird.