Okay.

Tired.
Variable.
Demotivated.

I'm not quite sure how this is going to work out.  I wish I did.  But that's a pointless wish because no one ever does.


"Death, insofar as it was possible in a face with no movable features, looked surprised.  RINCEWIND?  ...WHY ARE YOU HERE?
'Um, why not?' said Rincewind.
I WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU JOSTLED ME, RINCEWIND.  FOR I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH THEE THIS VERY NIGHT.
'Oh no, not-'
OF COURSE, WHAT'S SO BLOODY VEXING ABOUT THE WHOLE BUSINESS IS THAT I WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN PSEUDOPOLIS.
'But that's five hundred miles away!'
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME, THE WHOLE SYSTEM'S GOT SCREWED UP AGAIN.  I CAN SEE THAT."
-The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett.

Christmas Eve!

A short confabulation between Da and I:
"You're not eating Santa are you?  If you eat Santa now he won't be able to leave you any presents."
"But this isn't actually Santa.  It is merely a chocolate representation of his presence... and presents."

Hmm...

I've been very blogless recently.  I haven't really felt the need to say much.
Life is weird.
Letters are scary.
I feel slightly insane.