“It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness"

I find what happened recentally so very ironic. Of the bombs that went off in London, one was alongside the home that was of Charles Dickens. A few hours before they went off the people were celabrating over a win they had in the Olympics, and later over 50 people were dead and plenty were injured. I have a few friends who live in London, I hope they are alright. I suppose I'll find out tomorow.

In other news of the life of Monica, three days ago I got Guild Wars, so my slow movement of art is now even slower. One day I'll actually make something great and that will be remebered, but for now I'll play video games.