I feel like my life is too full. At the moment, there's just too much to do. It's not that I'll never be ready. It's more that I'll never have time.

An exciting restless contented discontent stealing in.

Melbourne was such a brilliant trip. Holden and I intend to commemmorate it in some relatively permanent manner, so I'll skip any efforts here. One can never say. I'm over trying to say.