Absent Friends

I hate it when people delete their journals. It's so sudden and final. One day there's bustle and chatter; the next day the site is empty and ploughed with salt.

So, kharin andthe_red_shoes, if by any chance you're reading this, I'd like you to know that I miss you.

A Cautionary Tale

I was always told that cheese taken taken late at night causes nightmares. I never really believed it before. But  consider this sequence: at 10.30 pm I eat several ounces of stilton, at something after midnight I'm rooted to the spot while an evil man in a hat comes soft-shoeing it up the stairs. Fortunately these days I know that if I put enough effort into it I can wake myself up.