I’ve had this stupid flu for a week & I keep thinking I’m better & then I feel sick again. I am better than I was on Saturday, though, and, hey, if nothing else I watched every aired episode of Witches of East End. It’s so trashy and so good.
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.”