Feel surprisingly awful, lightheaded, joints hurt, foggy attentional field, allergies maybe? On top of that, feeling like a little lost lamb, bereft, cursing my mindless shepherd in language that would make a sailor blush, internally, soft & wooly on the outside, like always.

Thinking about the time I got in trouble for explaining the symbolism in a couple of Blake poems to some kids at a school where I was volunteering, so fucking ridiculous, still makes me angry to think about it, what was that, sixteen years ago? Dost though know who made thee? Anyway, check it out & clear your head of nonsense for a bit.