Might as well face it

What an incredibly beautiful morning. I think I could possibly become addicted to light. Watching the sun rise over The Bay as the fog swirled around Poolbeg's stacks, listening to the waves breaking gently on the beach, as all the while Thom Yorke and crew crooned softly into my ear. Magic.

There was an old lady....on the DART across from me, reading her scriptures in Latin. What a waste of cognitive power. Hasn't she heard?