I am vague and mysterious. I write much and publish little. There are many things that I wish to be but not as many things that I wish I'm not. I change everyday, in every way. I adore the glorious handicap that is intellect. I dislike the pronoun "I" and use it far too much. I worry that it means I'm self-centred. I worry that my worrying proves it to be true. I want to know everything about everything, but often settle for less. I giggle at low-brow humour and laugh at grown-up things. I take very little serious, especially myself.