cant think of a title right now

The other day Orbie clawed me and drew blood. NOW DO YOU SEE WHY IM SCARED OF ALL ANIMALS?

I think I'm trying to get back to reading for pleasure. Maybe pleasure is the wrong word, because I find enjoyment in almost everything i read. I guess what I'm doing at the moment is comfort reading. I've been reading writers who I used to read when I was younger. Worlds that I can sink into without having to think about. Relaxing reading. Undemanding reading. I just finished Matthew Reilly's latest book and now I'm reading Terry Pratchett's. They're both hardcovers. Neither of them is over 500 pages so they don't count toward the year of phat books. I still plan on doing the fat books this year but I'm not forcing it. Just going with the flow or something.

I went to a poetry slam tonight and came second and won $50. It was fun. I'm getting to know people in the Wellington poetry scene I guess. Was cool that Alice and Eamonn were there.

Still haven't finished that essay. I made a lil progress today though. Who knows. Fuck school amirite?

Gosh, I wonder how many people read this drivvel

Gonna go to bed nwo. Have a snack. Listen to a podcast. Hack at the essay a lil. maybe try my hand at some poetry. I'll let you know how it goes

maybe