My feets

I had to have antibiotics from the doctor because a door tried to assassinate me in Germany. Something to do with feet, and I try not to think about it because I despise feet.

Anyhooo, its half way through my second week off work and I came to the terrifying conclusion that I may or may not have forgotten my passwords. Woot. Two weeks off and my brain has turned to jelly.

Also I made this just now - there's a startling amount of gravestone generators out there it would seem...

That's just something I'm working on right now. I am still no closer to the whole CreateSpace/collections of shorts conundrum, but it is looking much more likely that I'm either going to have to resort to CS or desperately attempt to bribe the library to print stuff on A6 paper. Libraries man, they be all 'what's A6 paper'.

Also, fuck moths. I apologise to any moths reading this, but seriously my lampshade isn't the fun place you should hold your 'lets fly into things inside things' parties. Take it outside, guys.