Music, short finger nails, green tea and whatever. I don't finish books and only seem to be able to watch the beginnings and endings of movies; I seem to think the bits in between is naptime. Please, no applause, I haven't done anything great. Not yet anyway.
I'd write more, but I've yet to prove to myself, let a lone the rest of you, what exactly it is that I'm supposed to be good at. I seem to just be pretty half-arsed at everything, although I secretly give myself more praise then I'll ever need. I'm bad with compliments though.
It's all just a big contradiction isn't it?