today, the closest i could get to the outside rain was shining droplets on business suits. oh goodness this makes me sad. why can i not garden, and cook and bake all day, and never work?

when i left home it was dark, and when i got home it was dark, and i never got to see my darling english spinach babies, popping their sweet little heads out to drink the rain.

well oh well. some people are quite strange. today i was in the very middle of footscray. the very innards of the rotting, disgusting, disease filled hole that footscray now is, with it's spitting, and smelling, and sweating and swearing. then i realised that i am quite a snob. and so, i went to forges and stole a pair of lovely woolen socks, because the shop assistant was quite rude. oh, how i am so much better. or quite the contrary.

today i read a little princess, and drank tea, and researched magic mushrooms.

i wish they would grow in my garden.

a bit of tangerine to heal the soul. i wish beds were less comfortable, so it was easier to get out. and so. i wonder what i'll do, ever.