Hello!

Do you ever wonder if your life is already mapped out? The people you meet, the job you end up doing, the time you die, etc - what if we have no control? Even spontaneous decisions - getting on a last-minute plane to some far-flung paradise in the throes of a pissed-off breakup and finding the person of your dreams and spending the rest of your life in a fuck-fuelled, romantic idyll - what if it's not spontaneous, and is in fact the consequence of SOMEONE ELSE picking everything we ever do the way I do playing Sims 2? It messes with my head.

So, hello. My posting habits are losing routine. I'm sorry.

I have the overwhelming urge to read all the Series of Unfortunate Eventses again, for the first time in about five years. In my infinite wisdom I saw it fit to put all the ones I owned in a bric-a-brac sometime last year, which is a little bit of a spanner in the... book.

Book.

Less than a week until my dorky brother and his equally dorky wife come home. Teehee!