You would have thought that she would have learned by now. Strange things were to be avoided, and heroism not even attempted. But, somewhere in her ancestry there must have been an idiot, which is how Morwen found herself lost in the mist one morning ( Read more... )

You've got to love these trees that have in built access to the internet ( Read more... )

( Ponderings )

Morwen walked beneath the trees ( Read more... )

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Morwen sat beneath the spreading boughs of a tree, and mused on her life. Where things had gone wrong, and had gone right for her. Despite all that had happened to her, in her life, in her death, and in her re-life, she would not change anything ( Read more... )

I'm not quite sure where I am at the moment. Its dark, smells of camphor, and seems quite small. And the other thing that is worrying me, is that I have no recollection of how I got here.

Third day into this hangover, and I'm still in pain. At least I've stopped seeming the flamigos dancing with yellow hippos in tutus. That was a rather...weird experience. They do say that the best cure for a hangover is a hair of the dog that bit you. In my case, I think that the best thing to do is stick my head in a stream for a few minutes.*

*singing* See all the pretty elephants
Sitting in a tree
Pink ones, green ones, nicely candy striped ones

I didn’t know you could get elefants elepants Smellypants elephants in trees. But there they are.

Oooh, green stuff!

Allycohol ist good. Pretty thingys all swirly. Lossa pipple buy me drinkis. Room all spinny. Head all spinny. Spinny is good! More allycohol is good!