Mostly worn through at the edges, my outline frayed from stretching it out to make room for more - mostly more memory. Memory not of my own history, but the story that gets shared with me everyday...memory that wakes me up with short breath in the middle of the night, that keeps my eyelids grating against my cornea, buffing it up to a luster only ( Read more... )

I have 16 volunteers coming in tomorrow and no gifts for them to wrap. I have 22 volunteers coming in over the weekend and no one to supervise the cooking. I have facials and costume completion tonight, christmas parties and Santarchy tomorrow (wow, my costume is dead sexy, though I may need to be cut out of it at the end of the night...anyone up ( Read more... )