My sestina laughs at me when I reread it at night.

I have two thoughts I don't want poetry to touch just yet; purely selfishness.

There is a misplaced a notebook along with a sketchbook which is slightly frustrating.

I will have photographs to put up once I borrow a school computer (one of the nice ones) with Photoshop.

Whipped cream as dessert after lunch or Watchmen this weekend - I don't know which of the two I'm more excited about.

Believe me, I am writing more. Give it time.

Anders Loves Maria - I've had my spirits lifted a bit, and now have another story to look forward to (: Octopus Pie will be next.