Irrelevance.

Sunday morning and my throat already feels like it's on flames. My inner Praying Mantis is having a field day. I've been yelling my head off at whoever crossed my way this morning. This is going to be one of my new year's resolutions, for sure. Anger management. Of course I don't get angry for no reason. But I digress.
Oh well. Looking forward to my belated birthday present to myself and having my new tattoo done. Finally. I tried to have it done while in Paris but they asked for 150 Euros, jeez. I'm having 'Alis Volat Propriis' in script on the inside of my right wrist. Something similar to this. But lower. And upside down.



And no, this is not because I'm so proud of the masterpiece that is my blog . I like the idea of being independent and living life by your own rules. As much as possible, anyways.
Also, I want to get a pet rabbit. Not one of those mean dwarf things. I want to buy one that you're supposed to eat, that grow really big.




I used to have them as pets when I was a tiny angry midget of ten and they're so tame and nice. This was brought on by me having a dream, a couple of nights ago, about a white rabbit that really loved me. I woke up feeling really happy until I remembered my dream and then I started worrying about there being something wrong with me. Which there undoubtedly is. My point is, I want a pet rabbit and I want it to love me.
I'm supposed to be doing an essay right now, called 'Solitude'. I wasn't the one to name it, of course.
How funny would it be if I could manage to put a waist coat on my rabbit, huh? I should have a couple of pictures taken and post them on here. Appropriate really, as I feel like I'm perpetually falling through a rabbit hole with no sign of landing. God, I'm such a drama queen, I bore myself sometimes.
I'm also on my third coffee. I'm not kidding. I'm not a morning person and having to do my work while half asleep would suck even worse than doing it fully awake. Would you look at my grammar this morning, huh?!! The next Nobel Price in Literature is mine, I can feel it.
And I keep thinking about how much I want this friggin' rabbit.
There is basically no relevant point in my writing all this.
Then again, when you look closely at things, there's never really a relevant point to anything.
And I'm feeling surprisingly much better.
And now I'm ranting.
Off I go.