Right so waxingly waningly I want to write something, but I don't have the energy for a story in the Lynda Barry book (came up with some new ideas though) and I thought hey, I've been neglecting the blog...for tonight. Sentiment, and of course, more of my own youthful angst fiction. And as the hour wanes, I will inevitably lose erotic detachment and start to love it again, just as it should be :D