2. I binge-watched Penny Dreadful in three days (sorry not sorry) and have decided there are not enough cowboy-werewolves in horror narratives.
3. Reading A Head Full of Ghosts and I am burning through my book queue way too fast for my own comfort.
4. I ate pizza tonight and I did not die or puke, which is pretty awesome.
Who reads this randomness, anyway? I feel like I am shouting into an electronic void. Talking to myself is like a mad skill though.