What Phantoms lurk in these dark islands?

Well, that idea fell flat on it's face. Or rather, I did. Not having the opportunity to travel to the great libraries of the world, I will instead content myself with talking about myself. Which is what most people do best anyway.

My room is a mess, perhaps reflecting the state of my mind. I made a last ditch attempt to clean last night, but once again I've failed. The piles encroach upon me like so many tanks armed for battle.

On the plus side, I found a rack of antlers in the garage today. I think I'll put them on my wall somewhere.