katastrofei

I'm packed! Well...kinda. Okay, not really. However, I have sold some stuff and that's a kind of progress. In a way.

10 days to go. Then I can proceed to forget the drama here and re-enter all the wonderful drama I left behind 2 years ago. Still, things change, and people can, if they have the impetus and you allow them to.

I was looking through my pics, trying to free up some hard drive space, and and and I miss you guys, back there in P-towne. Please to not forget I exist. If I die on the way home, please to shed a tear and mourn me, if only for a moment. A moment is long enough; no use bemoaning your milkless fate when you can just skip over to The Sev and get another in two shakes. Also, burn my Magic cards. If I can't have them, NO ONE WILL!

I gave Terry Pratchett (sp?) another chance and am the better for it. Small Gods was great, and Soul Music is hilarious, thus far.

Nekoneko will miss me when I'm gone, and I don't have enough heart to feel guilty about it.
Senorita Ballerina is getting goony. Sometimes.

One step at a time; one breath leads to the next until it doesn't, and then, no more worries.

Looks like I'll get to teach Nobu how to shake her groove thang. I will corrupt her as best I can in the ways of strange dance techniques and butt-shaking, and let the beat and her nature do the rest.

Rose, where are you?