The wheels they are a-moving. It's actually quite fun, using your brain with the intent of making the world a better place. I haven't quite figured out how to better organise the information overload in my head but I know that will come with time. But I better hurry up and get a clue soon coz my workload's gonna get a lot heavier in just a week.

You know, I don't know how it is that we started hanging out with 17 yr olds but I must say it's been quite entertaining so far. I think my daily swearword quota has gone up 700% (no exaggeration) and sometimes they do our heads in, but we do love our Children: The Princess, Fitzdavid and... the Goblin. We don't really call him the Goblin, but I didn't have a name ready for him and for some reason that word was sticking in my head, and he's a little bit evil sometimes anyway. Sometimes he does things just for the reaction it causes, the little shit. But the Goblin gave me a nugget of orange-bearded green as they left in a sneezing, booming herd out the door (sneezing coz they're all diseased at the moment so I'm exercising all my strength of will power   to form a potent forcefield between myself and their disease), so I'm looking upon him with favour today. What a good, generous Goblin.

You might be able to tell by now that I have definitely been smoking too much weed. It's gotten to the point where I cherish my lucid time. I was talking about this with the Labyrinth the other day. It's sort of a good thing to cherish lucid time, coz otherwise I'd waste it like I always do. These days, ironically, I'm more active and get more done when I'm not stoned because I know there's not much time until I'm off my face again. It's bad, I know. Terrible, in fact. Like I said to the Labyrinth, When a want becomes a need, there's something ain't right. There's only three things a person needs, and that's food, love and shelter (subject to change). Everything else is icing.

I broke an egg in my pocket today. I forgot it was there.

I haven't been writing for ages, but there were some huge dramas going on here in the time I wasn't writing. My brother's girlfriend called me in tears, begging for help with my brother. I've never even met her. She's very young, 16, and her personality sounds a lot like how mine was at her age... If anyone's asking my opinion, they're not right for each other. Not at this stage in their lives, anyway. They both still have too many issues of their own to deal with anyone else's. But who am I to interfere, eh? Last I heard they were gonna give it another shot and I say luck to them.

And I got a text from an "ex" saying that on new years his father broke his neck. I still haven't got back to him on that yet. It was a bit of a shock to receive at bedtime. Still, I should probably call him soon. It's tricky. I'm not going to tell the whole story here, not right now. But it's a complicated situation.