gullpian

I amuse myself by writing the bibliography for tomorrows presentation, at the same time smelling my gift from Morrighan's France trip. A lavender bag.

I missread Andrea. Waiting for stupid stories. She claims to be in love with me and I'd believe her if she didn't tell me.

Somehow, this day is not as stupid as I am, anyway.

I've got the first copy of my book sold, so now I'm just going produce it.

Stupid stories.