I am currently dwelling inside a pink bubble of warm fuzzy after having found a lovely reference to me in Absinthe Noir. Any reference is, of course, likely to beget this feeling, but particularly one from the author of a blog that snared me instantly with its delicate prose and (im?)pertinent points. I have been searching for something above the average mundanity for quite a while now, and am obsequiously proud to add Absinthe Noir to my list of frequent reads. I recommend it to anyone.

Now, there is merely the question of what to do about this pair of crutches on my floor. Of course, if I fall over them again, I shall have a very good use for them...