...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Thank God, the wind seems to be dying down a bit - for the first time in nearly a week, I've been able to open my bedroom window and not have it slam back hard enough to pitch me across the room. I mean, I'm no delicate wilting flower, but from Saturday onwards it's been blowing so hard that I've been bowled over a couple of times walking along the headlands. Anyway, it seems pretty calm out tonight, so hopefully tomorrow will be the same and I can go down on the beaches without facing death-by-exfoliation from airbourne sand particles.

In other news, why aren't there more Tony Foster books? I liked the Vicki Nelson ones (and yes, I even liked the Blood Ties TV series, no judging guys) but the Smoke series are hilarious. There need to be approximately fourteen-five more of them, I feel.

Also, Glee is awesome. The League of Doom is genius, and Santana is my hero for the rest of eternity. Tomorrow I am going to buy razorblades to hide in my hair. No doubt it will make sleeping difficult and/or potentially fatal, but it will be worth the risk.