The anatomy of a plan. Faint outlines morphing ever so subtly into more substantial strands. It's all just part of the misty (mistifying?) happiness inside your head though. And the moment you forget that, you tempt fate. Which is where all the trouble begins :-<.I am, warily, merely thinking of adding a couple of thoroughly insubstantial props to the strands that are threatening to form out of some wispy outlines in my head... Where will I be? A couple of months, an eternity of invisible twists and turns into the future :-<.
Currently: tempting fate?
Listening to: Audioslave - Dandelion
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