Listening to '30 Seconds Over Tokyo', enjoying the cool breeze coming through the open window.

Thinking about inevitability, what makes people predictable, fate & character, same old song, same old song. Somewhat counterintuitively, I think I'm reliable to the point of being less predictable than most, pity other people are mostly too predictable to take advantage of it. I rather enjoy being taken advantage of.

Who's the damsel in distress again?

Should maybe pick up a copy of Justine to read, not sure what's happened to mine, probably lent it to someone. Funny stuff.