While waiting for laundry to dry, went down to Table & Vine for coffee, makings of fancy tomato sandwiches. Spent the drive down thinking a wide variety of vile, animalistic thoughts.

Well- not animalistic, really- deeply perverse in ways that, to the best of my knowledge, only humans can be.

Human enough for government work, anyway.

Nasty, vicious brute with eight hands; innocence itself. All down to point of view. 'That's my little octopussy!'

Mmm, thoughtcrime, tomato sandwiches.

Thinking about T saying to me some time ago, "This isn't the way to win her back, you know." Never understand where people get their ideas about my motivations.