Fish fingers

"The fault in our stars" is every bit as beautiful as you might gather from the quotes and gifs and fangirling floating around the internet. 

I did my very best not to put it down all day, sadly, however, reading is not as uninterrupted as it once was in my life. 

I am so sad, but it's a selfish sort of sadness, a vain sort of ennui I suppose. Ah well, I managed to read the whole thing before bedtime, and now I have another empty night to sink into, full of dreams before entering another day that will lead to another week that will lead to another month like living fish slipping through my fingers. 

Ah well little one.