Books about teenage vampires are lame.

Sometimes it seems like it would just be easier to run away and join the circus. 

Imagine if they had circus Contiki tours. Wonderful idea. You could just go and hang out with the bearded lady and elephant man, have a couple of D&Ms, find belonging in your shared sense of hopelessness and isolation, and then come home. Refreshed.

With loads of case study material, of course.

GAARRRRRRRRGHHH!

In many movies - you know the ones, let's not go into them here - a character regularly makes the mistake of thinking another character is dead as a drink bottle, only to have them pop back up and scare the bejesus out of them much later.

TWO YEARSish later, even.

So here I am. Sort of. But I never actually went away...(I'll leave that one a bit vague and mysterious, it's a thing I'm trying)...