I smell of shampoo. Which makes sense because I just got out of the shower. I slept in this morning, until eleven or so. Another day of playing TEC and reading in breaks. Reading and the ass saw the angel at the moment, compliments of Cat. He sent me a box of books, that also included a little paperback by Kim Newman. Kim Newman is one of my favourite writers. He has a flair for writing modern science fiction and horrer in a style that recalls 40s pulp writing and noir movies. Anyway, there was a hat in the box of books I got. A hat.