a day among others

spring is coming into view. dates and other significant things are approaching ever so fast; somehow it feels normal. it all feels as it should, as if this is everyday; because it is. i'm freaking out about but not in the normal way, but in the excited cry, butterflies in your stomach sort of way though i know it wont all be fun an games, in fact most of it probably wont be.

i find myself in this constant stream of information and just plain stuff. though it may not seem to connect to you this all leads me to a thought i woke up with.
"i am a collector"

here is something for you to start with:
http://www.usdesignstudio.co.uk/