I have a black shelf. I must have style. We broke one of my fancy chess pieces as we moved around gloating about said stylish shelf. I need superglue and I'm bummed that the pieces were not made of metal but of carefully painted plastic. Terrible.
But I still feel very well. Very well.

Macca is singing "So glad to see you here". oh yeah.

How many hours until I snuggle up on a lie-flat seat to tokyo? I don't know- I should be counting those bourgeois minutes down.

Life is about my eyelids that are threatening to seal themselves shut.