I'm proud, for the first time I've actually sat down and enjoyed writing a large incoherent mess of words. Maybe my lack of listening to music for the soul has stuttered my writing enjoyment. I hope that's not fire I see on the hills yonder! Think I've discarded strict budgeting as it seems a bit inflexible, involves effort and I've already lost track. And I've never been a fan of practicalness. Or real worlds.