Things in life keep being weird. Japanese music for instance, bankers, post offices, old people, interet stalkers, clients, and small dogs — all seem to behave on an incoherent pattern.

Anyway, I’m buying a house right now, which is part of my own incoherent behaviour. (Browsing home decor blogs has a strange soothing effect, as well as a terrible impact on my future non-existant budget…) When I say strange things happen, I really mean it.