Locked myself out of the house by forgetting to bring my keys to school.

Went to the library. Sat down in the quiet reading area. Read both The Woman in Black and John Saturnall's Feast in one sitting. The point is, I can't remember such a prolonged period of concentrated reading having been attempted, much less accomplished, for years now. Which is why this is worth putting down in 'ink'.

Remembrance/reminder.

My writing is improving. It always does when reading does. A simple maxim that I can't even follow.

P.S: PRIZES!!