A handsome piece of deformity.

Trimming my sideburns, it dawned on me: I would make a very unattractive woman. Zounds!

Home early. Drinking coffee and committed to smashing through some lessons for mine sevens.

Listening to Porcupine Tree. “Collapse the Light into Earth” on repeat, in fact. Migrating to elsewhere shortly, different room. Am likely to pursue a different disc at that time; instrumental and soaring, no doubt.

In a good mood, though bracing for my evening workload through gritted-and-coffee-stained teeth.