this just fell out of my fingers

I've found myself thinking about death a lot recently. My own, other people's. And what I can or can't do about it.

I'm going for promotion at work. I'm not bothered about getting it.

I'm listening to a beautifully voiced North London lass named Ny right now.

I've made some really good friends recently. Some of them I love unconditionally. They know who they are. I hope.

I can Still feel the last hug I participated in. It feels nice. It feels right.

I'm currently learning iambic pentameter. Thank you Stephen Fry.

I'm having nightmares. They also invade my daydreams.

The song You're My Waterloo makes me cry.