quiescence

Despite Pip's suggestion, most of my time of late has been sucked up by work (first half of February) and AngelDustrial practice three times a week for our performance at the B&D Ball (which is going to take place on Friday, April 29th- which all of you should attend).

So, aside from that, life and suchlike.

I am at a lull. Nothing particularly good or bad has been occurring lately...the long, slow loops of a holding pattern are my sin and prediliction. I deal with clothes and sigh inwardly as I pine for couture. I will be buying another corset soon, as my new New Rocks don't make me quite as giddy as they did last week.

I enjoy the practices immensely, as they are filled with silliness and sex appeal. Can I go clubbing and get paid?

(Oh, incidentally, I won't have rehearsal on Wednesday, so I'll most definetely be heading out to the ray of manliness.)

It is leaden and somber outside, and I would rather stay in and write/sketch/ponder than go to work, but that would do little in the way of paying for my corset.