and then stephenie turned to the moth and said, "don't touch my hair!"

and the moth took heed and it flew, and fled, and faded into the dark of the night.

flutter, flutter, flutter.

i cut my hair.

we conceptualised a whole new ezine. that's top secret.

nic and i went shopping.

i bought that esprit blouse.

and now, all i'm doing is counting down. 100, 99, 98, 97... and still counting.