I'm not sure of anything. I live my life in a huge great fog. I go to the library every couple of weeks, borrow about 15 books, and then read them. Around me, life passes as through a gauze curtain; I am removed and yet still...
Oh, for fuck's sake. We're probably all as mad as each other. Certainly Gin has lost it, demanding golden showers every few minutes, and Fades was a fuckwit from the word go. Assuming there are no heavy psychotropic drugs in Adelaide's water supply ... or Penrith's, or Bondi's *...
*loses plot completely and runs screaming from thread*
*that's going a bit far. Turds ++, yes.