Born to this
Soooo it's late, and I'm on a train home.
Alone, after a fashion, which has confused me almost as much as it confuses you, no doubt.
Not too sure what that's all about really. Still I'm sure there is plenty of oppertunity to discover wicked little secrets over the next week.
Where was I? Ah yes. The train. It moves. This is almost unique, for this week there have been many times when the trains have not moved, but that is another story for another time.
Much like whatever I was about to say.
[composed and posted with ecto]