The smell of death is in the air...

..that or my week-old socks, hanging out to steam by the radiator.


Dampening qualities of early-morning drizzle. Eating bread sans anything else. Style-cramping odiousness of lil' bros. Musty rooms pregnant with long periods of stillness. And an apology for Nick. Sorry mate, I'll crash by your pad after camp wot?


That's what you get after idly skimming through Grace's blog: Unfinished sentences like clothesline hangers and slices-of-life humour.

Hmm. Maybe I'll start on EV's next. =P