You can see the little people out of the corners of your eyes. They're always there, doing their secretive little-people things. This involves spilling copious amounts of food on the floors, tearing anything made of paper into small pieces, and then scattering it to the four winds, and oftentimes the soiling of their own clothing. They must believe it is good luck to throw things over their shoulders, as this is the fate of most objects that come under their control. They also delight in hiding important household items, usually under cushions or behind chairs. Their culture is a strange one indeed. We must study their ways.

The temperatures have dropped. The moon has been halved. I don't have to work tomorrow night - something to do with the killing and eating of large birds.

cds I listened to tonight while wishing I had on warmer clothes: Fit & Limo "As Above So Below", The Flash Girls "The Return of Pansy Smith and Violet Jones", In The Woods... "Three Times Seven On A Pilgrimage", Flies Inside the Sun "Cactus Sky", Iron Maiden "s/t", and Paula Frazer "Indoor Universe"

now: Kate Price "The Isle of Dreaming"