reading through my gallery i realise how little of what i've written makes sense....
also how many projects i've picked up and dropped...sad pandas.
On the plus side of the magical metaphorical line thing (not unlike Soham Village Collage's infamous 'White line' which was painted on the footpath and deemed uncrossable by staff,cos if the fence and the gate won't stop us,a painted line certainly will.i miss Soham ...)
In the post in the nearish future i am expecting a shippment from Deddy,father of Ed-child containing all his notebooks and documents,which i shall be nomming through like a psycopath in order to ACTUALLY FINNISH some of the projects,beginning with Drag Queens and Motor Feelings which is the first of many short stories....HUZZAH!!!Real life proactiveness!!!! YAY!!!

i really have no social life.

I'm ill,i'm allowed to be miserable today.