Argh.

It has occurred to me recently that I haven't written anything in a long while. Unless of course you count the blog about shapes I wrote at 3am on scrap paper and shoved under my bed. I fully intended to copy it into here, but alas, it's in Hamilton under my bed. I am now in Thames.

I actually think that I can't write 'good' anymore. The concept is foreign now, and my little brain just doesn't want to tick nicely into good word sentence things.

See? :(