Fuilteach ceas croi.

I am going to run out of places to pierce before I stop wanting them.

Orbital. Pretty, but painful.

My lip looks amazing.

Fecking long trip. Fecking Waco. Fecking HUGE trucks that crush my little car. Not actually, though. Fecking man that did not return. Fecking... No, the coolest thing in the world was the moment when I closed my eyes in this huge field and found myself utterly alone. It was like when I discovered the key to eyesight, only much more real and poignant.

The Darkness gets progressively worse as you turn up the volume.

Nutella is the single most amazing creation ever made, or eaten.

Created more cake. This one closely resembles fluffy pink cloud vomit, but promises to be yummy. I hope.

 

I have once more forgotten how to sleep at night. Bad habit, but one that suits my life quite well. I shall just become a night wandering work-woman and be forever tired.

 

Speaking of tired, the time has come to paint Erin's room a lovely shade of blue and jostle some furniture around.