If ever I stray.
I am prone to phases of the following:
Sounding like a miserable bastard.
Reblogging pictures of sexy ladies.
Moaning about going to work.
Eating nothing but crap (ie sweets, chocolate, toast at every hour) for weeks on end.

This is my Tumblr. It isn't all that much more interesting than that.

So tired.

Going to go listen to Sigur Ros, with all the lights switched off and all traces of the outside world obscured from my field of conscious awareness.

That sounds nice.