Greetings from Madagascar. Who knew? You know guys, maybe open an atlas, or even just take a moment to google.

Non-medicated sleep leaves me oddly aware that I'm sleeping. "How about reading your book?" the brain will say. To which the reply comes "You can't, you're sleeping"

There's a lady with a big box of cherries on the bus. I wonder if I could mug her and make a dash for it

I dyed my hair blue, I was going for navy, and ended up with Jinx.

Do understand. No other fronter actually likes music. But really is it that hard to grab the earphones when you grab the book and journal for the bag? Third time in a row.

Every time I start a new social media, I think, this will be the one that I de-mask on. So here we go again, although I don't have high hopes.

I'm too fat for a belt. Not fat enough for my jeans. This is causing a lot of system conflict today.