they do not make for reading chairs; these piles of bone.
So, I have decided that next year, I will be turning 26. I will be 27 in four years time. I've always had one of those 'mature' faces, and after seven years, I'm finally grown into it. Oh all you wonderful people; you are the seatwarmers of my winter days.
Making space to write was one of the reasons behind my move to freelance. So far, it hasn't been working out too well. I've got a great method where I write down all the things I have to do, and then proceed to do none of them. However, today was a little different.