Sniffling.

I don’t normally think it’s very cute to have the sniffles. It’s kinda hard to, clutching sodden tissues and sniffing and coughing and hacking away.

Then she fell sick.

And gods, she’s as cute as ever, even though she looked kinda miserable and kept keeling over.

Identity.

Relax, this is not going to be a lengthy scientific discourse.

There’s plenty of ways to prove your lineage. Phenotypical evidence, which basically means you look like the people who brought you here; genetic evidence, which shows by means of matching of DNA that your parents share genetic code with you and are therefore very likely to be your parents.

The Masquerade.

Something she said got me to thinking. And to quote Gaston’s loyal follower in Beauty and The Beast, it’s ‘a dangerous pastime’.

Well, thinking, and contemplating kicking myself when the internal soundtrack suddenly switched to the Carpenters singing This Masquerade…

Grinning Like An Idiot.

Not a bad way to welcome in the new year. And given that this is a rather ominous year if the Mayan calendar is to be believed, might as well make the most of it.

Today was a lot busier than previous years, to say the least… most years I usually spent at home with the parents after dinner… Had tried going for a countdown once… and I think almost being trampled once in your life is sorta enough…