Peabody Bodypea.

Right now I'm commiting a fashion faux-pas personal favourite: jeans with sneakers. But I was blackberry picking in the bush (jeans are the only fabric resistant to thorns) and the only people to see me are my parents, who are such fashionistas. So it's probably okay; if a style-guru* falls in the forrest and no one hears her, does she make a sound?

Blackberry picking is the tension between greed and briars tug, tugging on your clothing until they pull little threads out. At this time of year you can get half a bucket in a pick. Some of them are dusted in dust, though. I reccomend you wash before eating. The berries, that is. But you can wash your body if you want to. And then take some ginko. That would be reeeally relaxing. Ahhh. Sit, staring out of the window, eating fresh blackberries and listening to whatever your favourite music is at the moment.

Some drugs can be good, kids. Like Ginko. It is relaxes you a lot, and sometimes to such a state of apathy that you can't do things like shoo the sheep out of the garden. But good for subduing irrational panic.

Please don't demystify eagles for me. They fly out from their eries in mountain crags, and soar so high so that you can only guess the species.

T'was good to be back at church last night. So good to see everyone and Mikey preached a great sermon urging us to keep following Jesus.

Had fruit smoothies on the beach with Angus today and then we walked back to his house and watched more Arrested Development. I think I forgot how much fun it is to hang out with Angus. If Angus ever wants to hang out with you, don't turn him down. You'll have fun.

*I'm not a style guru; only one on paper for literary purposes.