And the worst thing is, I meant it! But they don't know that.


I don't like my wrist. But here it is. I only put it up on here because of the prettiness encircling it. The orange one had something to do with my top this morning, but I forget what.
It made sense at seven o'clock as I ran out of the door.






I was reading about the Liar's Paradox. Its all about guys with names like 'Kripke' and 'Tarski' describing things as 'semantically closed'.

I think I'm going to give up on thinking for now. And talking. Especially talking. It causes so much hassle.