I realized rather suddenly that I do not have a concrit post for Sky. And this scared me. I was sure I had one. I apologize for the high degree of fail.

So, Edensphere, how am I driving? Nitpicks welcome, and specific examples are always helpful.

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... I apologize to the cleaning staff. I seem to have made a mess of one of your broom closets.

I

tripped

rather spectacularly.

And I may have

altered the organization of a few shelves.

As in, those shelves and their contents are now occupying the floor.

It may be a bit sticky for a few days.

[There are a few drops of red on the page.]

... someone, please, please tell the cleaning lady that my anatomy books are not pornography.

... I woke up this morning feeling rather... awkward. I cannot write with my right hand very well, so I apologize for any illegibility with my left ( Read more... )

Dash, where are the straws?

[A few minutes later.]

Oh! Never mind, I found them.

...

Is it... normal to have a period after a busy day at work in which one's brain completely vacates all proper function?

Because I looked at these straws at least three times and never managed to realize they were straws.

Straws are not supposed to be orange[ ( Read more... )

( There were steps behind him, thud-clack. Thud-clack. )

I don't know what it is about watching the sunset, but it makes me feel a bit nostalgic, somehow.

I get the odd feeling that... something should be happening, but I am never sure of what. I feel like I should be working on something, but I have no idea of what that might be ( Read more... )

Cross, Dash, Crow, Raise.

I am about to get very very intoxicated and make some things explode on Park Island. You are welcome to join me, but I warn you that although I am usually a happy drunk, this is not going to be the case tonight.

Damn it, Drake.

((ooc: Had to break hiatus for this, guys. Had to.))

... oh. I really should pay more attention when I'm cooking. I... tried to make cinnamon toast. Certain prepackaged things are not labeled properly.

Long story short, I am now in possession of an overabundance of chicken-flavored toast.

I... do not know how this happened.

( [The drawing takes a long time to appear. Several things are repeatedly scratched out and eventually blotted beyond all recognition, but the picture and sketches themselves always remain clear.] )