ONSDAG: The back of my eyes hum with things I've never done

It is a cold day in hell when I realise that numbered points are a waste of my time (or a happy day for me when I've realised I am perfectly capable of being coherent without a dot-point structure). However, I cannot split my beloved points up to caption my pictures, so what the hell. Bring it, strangely-freeing world of full sentences and prose! (Be warned, my chains of chat-speak-ified thoughts in which proper punctuation has no place may find their way here. Again, parentheses are my friends. I am constantly interrupting myself.)

In other news, I NEARLY FORGOT TO POST TODAY. Actually, technically, when I click 'publish' it will be Thursday because it is the wee hours of the morning. This was a result of some circumstances that were not extenuating. I would participate in self-flagellation but I love myself too much to do so, so. Sorry piglets. ONWARDS WE PROCEED with the Era of No Dot Points.

Here is what I wore today. I was mid-backwards-stumble, so it worked out well in the end despite my loss of dignity to myself (and possibly my MacBook depending on whether you subscribe to the notion that THEY ARE ALIVE AND MOCKING ALL OF THE THINGS YOU LOOK AT ON THE INTERNET). #notinsane

Here is what I wish some of my house would look like (very crudely photographed, I am sorry - I had to be stealthy in case my family friend thought I was creepy, which I suppose I am because I'm posting this):

Here is the former estate of some billionaire in outer Victorian suburbia, now being pawned off and subjected to attempted urbanisation. I would wish that I could live here - fantasies of gallivanting through unsold lots and bellowing songs from The Sound of Music cross my mind (LOOK AT THOSE HILLS!) - but the nearest place for food is probably thirty minutes away and there are no street lamps. For obvious reasons, (in conjunction with my laziness, my hunger would win over my good sense and every shadow on my street would become Norman Bates) this is a dealbreaker.

Here I am, walking a dog for the first time since I was eleven:

I hope you are all having excellent weeks. Big things are planned for a future post (I CANNOT PROMISE IT WILL BE NEXT WEEK BECAUSE I SAID NEXT WEEK LAST WEEK AND LOOK HOW THAT TURNED OUT) because I have plans for some simple (so simple that I actually successfully completed them) crafternooning.