Forecast is looking dire... Nothing but grey skies. I do miss hot beaches already.

People keep asking me what the biolight tastes like and I have to keep telling them 'please do not eat the biolight'.

The view from Niran's balcony is the sea cast in fiery gold by the setting sun. Leaning against the banister, he texts Ana Amari a message, [What time is it for you?]

Oh my. My ears are burning.

Ringing in the new year with the very worst hang-over I have experienced, as is tradition. ... ow.

I have no idea why people keep avoiding the hyperloop...

It has been three times this week that somebody has asked if they can try on my glove. It's... It's my hand. This is what my hand looks like.

My ears are burning... ... Vishkar's legal arm must be talking about me again.

Weekend plans, anyone?

Handsomely reading my very intelligent book for intelligent people. The font is very small and all the pictures are in black and white.

"Put a shirt on!" Have you seen how I wear shirts? It would not make a difference.