fisheroos

I've completed 3/4 of my genocidal campaign against the dust bunnies residing in my room. On the way, I have also evicted a complete set of fine lizard bones and a stack of newly outdated worksheets (comprising approximately 1/2 of what I intend to throw away) that could choke four arch files. I wonder what kind of fortune I could make that the garang guni man could give me for those?

My parents are home! They took 500 photos on their trip and were bent on showing me them all. My mum swears she would have taken 100 more if my father hadn't stopped her.

Serial Experiments Lain is so strange and frightening and superb and abstract that I don't think I can watch it more than once. The opening music, though, is stuck in my head.