everything digital is lost on me. it seems i am too dependent of such things. my memory is failing me so it is not my fault. my nails are a cripen white and they glisten under the moon beam that seams to seep into the cracks of my mushroom rooftop. the phoenix is not around today and i miss his company. alas, the noisy gnome who lives next door is complaining that the well down the path does not work. such silly nonsense from a creature who hardly does any work besides the work that her jaws are doing; trying not to give way from her neverending complaints.