Arbeit macht frei

Tomorrow I start a new job, and this evening a cat chases a leaf around the kitchen. I think he killed it. And there's a salted peanut in the cupboard that looks like a small yellow slug.

I need a job

Still.

Wiki reading up about Wollstonecraft

I have long determined that the best thing I could do was to put an end to the existence of a being whose birth was unfortunate, and whose life has only been a series of pain to those persons who have hurt their health in endeavoring to promote her welfare. Perhaps to hear of my death will give you pain, but you will soon have the blessing of forgetting that such a creature ever existed as I

Frances Imlay

Stopt

and increasingly spotty.

Happy as a Pig in Shit

It's obvious and stuff, but disturbingly true when applied to an individual.

I'm

small and a bit ouchy today. Reconsidering the grand scheme of things. Not that there is one, but if there was, what it would be and why it would be wrong. Feel a bit odd... sort of changeful. And stuff

I'm

getting old. Calgon is starting to seem like a good idea.